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paranoid-borderline-insane · 1 year ago

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Not Meant to Be Here, But Glad You Are

John Price x she/her reader

Summary: You just missed your loving partner, Captain John Price, so much, but getting through the work week was keeping yourself sane for now. That is until your workplace is hit by a terror attack. Now you need to remember all the tips John gave you for this sort of scenario and hope you can make it out so you have a chance of seeing him again.

Inspired by 'Piccadilly' mission and my own self indulgent daydreams Post MWII. Self-indulgent as shit.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, reader is described as wearing a dress and heels, reader gets glass in her feet

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“Hey, are you sure it’s okay if I take your lunch break?”

Looking up from your temporary desk, you smile at your desk neighbour. “Of course! I’m not hungry yet anyway.” She smiles back at you, as she lifts her bag from the floor and swings it over her shoulder.

“Then I’ll see you in an hour! Thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it; have a nice break!”

The door shuts behind her and you’re left alone in the back offices of London’s Science Museum. Tapping the butt of your pen against the paper on the desk a couple of times, you let the noise wash over you before throwing it down. As much as you’re enjoying being on loan from the Wellcome Collection to help the Science Museum with their queer exhibition pieces, it didn’t dull the loneliness inside.

John <3 Price: Have to go dark again. Love you x 2 weeks ago

Me: I love you too 2 weeks ago

Me: Come home safe, my love 2 weeks ago

Me: Got a cushy third floor desk. It looks out over the crepe place we go to whenever I drag you here. 2 weeks ago

Me: Successfully found a way to get to my office without having to go past the space exhibition or getting mobbed by little kids 2 weeks ago

Me: 2 Attachments 1 week ago

Me: Wore that dress you like 1 week ago

Me: Thought you’d like to see it, I’ll wear it again when you get home 1 week ago

Me: A friend from uni sent me some pictures of some awesome vintage condoms, I’ll show them to you when you get home! 6 days ago

Me: Miss you 4 days ago

Me: Can’t wait to be in your arms again 3 days ago

Opening your phone, you look over the messages between you and John. He never minded you messaging him in the periods where he couldn’t look at his phone, but there was only so much you could message him without devolving into heartbroken cries for him to return safely. Multiple pixels lamenting how much you missed the beard burn on your neck. The smell of his cigars lodging in your hair. The overbearing heat that followed being swaddled in his arms.

You knew what you were getting into when you started dating. He warned you incessantly that there would be long periods of no communication. But with all those warnings, he always promised he’d try his hardest to make it home. And so here you are, waiting for him to make good on that promise once more.

Putting your phone on your desk, you folded your arms and looked around. Even if you were okay with forgoing your lunch break, you had long since lost focus in your work for the time being.

Getting up from your chair, you only made it a few steps before-

BOOM

Screams and shouts started up. Frantically looking around, the office hadn’t been affected by whatever had happened. For now at least.

“Do you think there will be another terror attack in London?”

“I’d rather you were prepared, Love. Especially if you’re gonna be working in central.”

“Okay. So what would I do first?”

Kicking your heels off, you can’t hear the padding of your bare feet as you creep over to the window. The sounds of crying and screaming and shouting only being cut through by the beginnings of sirens. From outside you can see the coloured lights of police cars as they come to life. From the interior, you can only just make out that someone tripped the fire alarm in a panic. You guess that works. Just need people to get out of the building.

You're on the third floor. Too high to try and escape from the window. Silently padding further across the office space, you look for anything you could use as a weapon. A box cutter is all you can find with an open blade, but you tuck a couple pairs of scissors into your skirt pockets in case.

“Run. If you can’t run, you hide.”

“What do I do if I can’t hide?”

“You take the weapons you find and move to somewhere you can hide.”

John is kind enough to take your hand and rub his thumb over your palm. The light from the paused movie, what brought this conversation up in the first place, illuminating your hands.

“Just keep pressing forward until you can find help.”

The open plan office wasn’t going to offer you much protection, so you start towards the door.

Opening it slowly, the hallway was quiet, aside from the alarm still going off. That is, of course, until you make it half way down the hall. You see shadows start to grow across the wall opposite you, shouted voices and heavy footfalls accompanying them. Taking no care to stop your feet slapping against the floor below you, you race back to the office.

Your desk doesn’t offer much protection. A reason you had tried to get to a new room. Alas, it would need to do for now. Your knees get caught in your skirt as you crawl under the desk, a cardboard box being the only thing providing a wall for you to hide behind.

The shouting. It gets louder. It’s not English. None of the words hold any meaning to you. For a split second you wish John were here. He’d be able to translate it.

The thought of John being here rips a bit of the adhesive keeping your cool together away, your eyes feeling hot. You get time for one soothing breath before gunshots ring out next to the door, still left ajar to give you some exposure to the outside.

Luckily the automatic guns hide your small yip of surprise. Controlling your breathing, you stay silent as a short gun fight breaks out. For whatever reason, the office isn’t breached. That is until a sickening crack sounds as a body is flung against the door. From under the desk, you can only see the final moments of a body hitting the floor.

Whatever luck you have is cashed in as the boots belonging to the men who felled the body now poking through the door move on quickly. Trying desperately to bring your breathing back to some normalcy, you keep your eye trained on the legs of the body before you. He continues not to move, the hallway again returning to its current state of silence. Taking one more forced breath, you crawl out from under the desk.

The man lying on the floor was decked out in a uniform you had seen John wear bits and pieces of before in pictures. A union flag velcroed to the front of his bullet proof vest. Reaching forward and grabbing his wrist, you could feel the beat of his blood still pumping through his veins. Still alive at least. He must be knocked out then. The purpling of a bruise on his head adding to your theory.

At his side lay his gun, dropped when he lost consciousness. Kicking it aside with your bare foot, you moved closer. While John had taught you a bit about guns, usually after you had asked in relation to some video game or tv show, you still weren’t comfortable enough to touch one. Nonetheless be prepared to shoot it.

Checking the man over, you were spooked at the muffled sound of voices coming from the man’s ear. His radio! If you couldn’t get out, at the very least you could listen in to what was going on. Get a sense of when parts of the building were clear enough for you to make an escape. Maybe even alert someone that you were still in the building.

Grabbing one of the pairs of scissors, you set to work cutting the man’s vest until you could get the radio. Pulling it out of its position outright might have unplugged its numerous cords. You also weren’t keen on leaving the radio behind if you decided to move.

Having finally cut the radio free, you took another peak out into the hallway before sitting back by your desk and inserting the earpiece into your ear.

“-rmy assault team is enroute. ETA 2 minutes.”

“We need a bomb squad,”

“The army is bringing the necessary professionals.”

“Fuck’s sake!”

The back and forth over the radio didn’t quiet your nerves. Guns you could hide from. Bombs? The best you could do is continue to find an exit from the building. Keep an ear out for ticking.

Facing the doorway, you start moving into the hallway. You were able to clear the hallway easily enough, opening a door to the public area of the museum. Within taking the first step into the main exhibition hall, your feet brush up against the next challenge you’d face.

Glass. Hundreds and thousands of shards of it. Nearly every glass case had been smashed open, now littering the floor with the remnants. To add to the sudden chaos of the situation, you could also hear men talking at the far end of the open hall.

If you went back down the hallway, the door you had just opened would slam shut behind you. That would leave you trapped again. And even if you went back to get your shoes, they were heels. They’d leave you unstable on the glass and make more noise as you walked, the exact reason John had told you to discard them at the first opportunity. Taking a deep breath, you only had one option.

As soon as your foot was hovering over the floor ahead of you, the radio buzzed to life in your ear. You couldn’t even hear what the new voice in your ear was saying as you squeaked in shock.

Immediately the voices you had heard from the end of the hall got louder as your exclamation was accompanied by your foot slamming down on the glass in front of you. Turning your head in the direction of the men and already seeing their guns aimed and approaching you, you didn’t have a choice anymore.

You run.

Every step hurt. The patches of clear ground that you stepped on weren’t felt as glass became more impacted in your feet. Your only perceived advantage being that you knew this museum better than them. Knowing what paths to avoid to not become stuck in another room. Shots began to be fired as you ran. Your sense to stay quiet was gone as you screamed in response.

Your feet hurt.

Your lungs hurt.

Your throat hurt.

In your ear you heard more voices coming from the radio, but the blood pounding in your ears was impacting your hearing. You were nearly about to rip the stupid thing out of your ear before you finally came to what you were looking for. The stairs.

Only a few flights of them and you were home free. The first set of them was easy enough, but you saw your bloody footprints as you started down the parallel set. However splotchy they were, they still would lead straight to you. A fresh wave of panic and adrenaline filled you as you focused forward. You’d just need to be fast enough to not be caught.

Each flight of stairs intersected with the main area of the floor of the museum. This allowed you to see a tall figure with a gun on the second floor. Whether they were friend or foe, you weren’t willing to wait and find out.

Your bare feet slip a bit on your own blood as you continue down the stairs. There’s shouting coming from behind you, continuing to spur you on.

But all too abruptly you stop, clinging to the handrail next to you. The stinging in your feet increasing as you try to gain some traction to stop yourself falling on to the man in front of you.

The man pointing a gun straight at you.

“P-please. Don’t shoot me.” Your voice is shot from screaming. Or maybe just from fright. John never mentioned how terrifying it was to have a gun pointed right at you. God, you just wanted him by your side right now. You felt faint now that you had finally stopped running.

The man in front of you looked you over before nudging his gun in the direction of your ear. “Where’d ya get that?”

“I-i took it.” Shit. Shit shit shit. Fuck. That’s not what you meant. Well, it was, but not like that. The man’s eyes squinted as he took you in again. His gun didn’t lower and you started panicking. You couldn’t be sure they’d know John, but you knew someone they’d hopefully know instead. “Wait, wait! There’s a station chief I know, Laswell! She goes by Watcher-1! I know her! Please!” Your voice is screeching in fear that the man before your eyes are only narrowing.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

A scream was ripped from your throat. The sound of shots firing filling the space. For a moment you could’ve sworn the bullets had gone through you. Your head begins to turn to face the direction the bullets had come from until a pair of hands hold your shoulders firmly. The pressure on your shoulders and the presence of the body behind you makes you freeze.

“Don’t look.” A deep voice says. A voice you recognise. “Johnny, lower your gun.” Tears start to well in your eyes in relief.

“Simon?” You call to the man behind you, not daring to turn around. Your voice still stretched thin. Saliva gathering in your mouth as your emotions continue swirling in uncertainty. The man in front of you still hadn’t fully lowered his gun. Only lowering the barrel of his gun from its original target of your chest down to your stomach.

“Yeah, but call me Ghost here.” You nod shallowly in response. Simon was the only member of his task force John had ever let you meet. Already your body was sagging in relief. The fear of the gun in front of you barely remaining. If John trusted ‘Ghost’, then you’d trust him. He’d protect you.

“LT-” Before the man could keep talking, the radio in your ear buzzes to life.

“Soap. Ghost. What’s going on up there?” Another man’s voice crackles through the earpiece. Neither Ghost or the man in front of you rush to answer their team mate’s question.

“Fuckin’ hell, Johnny.” Ghost sighs, moving forward. He releases your shoulders as he moves. One hand remains on your body, moving to your back, ready to stabilise you. The other hand bridges the gap between him and Johnny’s gun, forcing the barrel down until it's no longer aiming at you. “Price’ll have your head if you shoot her.”

Before you can process what he said, Ghost is lifting his hand to the receiver on his chest. “Floor 2 is clear. Soap’ll check floor 3, but it’s gone quiet.” His eyes flick down quickly to your ear, making sure your earpiece is in before continuing. He must have been able to hear that it was receiving the same feed as theirs. “Captain, got someone here for you.”

Only a moment passes before the radio buzzes once more with a response.

“Was worried you’d say that. She alright?” Your whole face scrunches into a distinct frown as you try and hold back the tears, snot, and sobs that start to overflow from you. The man in front of you, Johnny, softens as he gets a front row seat to your emotions.

“Needs medical, but she’ll be okay.”

“Alright. Gaz, join Soap to finish clearing the building. Ghost, bring her down to the ground floor. I’ll meet you at the info desk.”

“Copy.” Ghost says, releasing his radio. He continues to keep a hand on you as he moves down a couple stairs until he’s slightly more at your height. “It’ll be faster if I carry you.” He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but still waits for you to nod before pushing his shoulder lightly into your stomach. He guides your body to flop over his back and secures you in place by locking his arm over the back of your thighs.

You hear footsteps that don’t belong to Ghost as he turns so he’s facing Johnny again. A sharp inhale through clenched teeth greets your legs once the other man sees your state.

“Creepin’ Jesus, her feet…”

“There’ll be EMTs outside. Head up and finish clearing the third floor.”

“Rog. C’mon Gaz.” Ghost moves to the side to let Johnny and another man follow. The new man, Gaz, you presume, looks back at you as you lift your head to watch Johnny go. He sends a curious look your way before focusing ahead towards the next floor.

It’s disorientating being carried over Ghost’s shoulder. While he walks at a normal pace, being tipped upside down still makes you nauseous. Quickly you realise it’d be better to just close your eyes, only aware of the slight changes in his gait as he goes down stairs and steps over small obstacles.

You end up not needing to see John anyway. You hear his voice as soon as Ghost turns the last corner to the main entrance.

“Oh sweetheart,” his voice is deep and soft at the sight of you. “Pass ‘er here.”

You start to whimper even before your toes touch the ground. The anticipation of the pain to come causing you to grab at the back of Ghost’s vest as he tries to lower you down.

“It’s alright, love. Just let me turn you ‘round, that’s all.” John’s hands fit perfectly around your waist as he supports your body weight, only allowing the tips of your toes to touch the ground. With only a slight bit of Ghost’s help, John has you quickly turned to face him. Exchanging a look that goes unseen by you, Ghost’s hands take over from John’s and supports your weight for only a moment. As quickly as John removes his hands from your waist, he crouches slightly and places them on the backs of your thighs, only making a small noise as he hoists you until your faces are level. His upper body leans forward slightly to encourage your instinct to wrap your arms around his neck.

“You do this to all the girls you save?” You sniff.

“Ah, only the pretty ones.” He responds, giving you the quokka smile of his that always comforts you. His smile drops as the radio buzzes, the captain taking over as Soap and Gaz report that the third floor is all clear. He hoists you a bit higher on his body and readjusts his grip on you. This enables him to use one hand to press down on the button of the radio.

“Soap, Gaz. Either of you in the back offices up there?”

“Yes, sir. I’m here.” A Scottish voice responds.

“Soap, need you to go into one of the offices there and grab something.” John tilts his head back slightly, keeping his eyes on you as he finishes talking. The stretch of his neck draws attention to the microphone attached to a band around his neck.

“What do ya need me to get?”

John keeps his finger hovered over the button of his radio as you lean closer to his neck. Only pressing down when you inhale to speak.

“Uh, umm, my bag. It’s under my desk. Oh, um, the desk with the pride flag on it.” If Soap is bothered by your stuttering and absent thoughts, he’s polite enough to not say anything. “It’s a yellow satchel. Oh, c-could you put my laptop and phone in there? They should be on my desk too. Thank you.”

“No problem! You sure there’s nothin’ else I can grab for you?”

“Oh, my shoes! Wait, no. Don’t bother. They’re not important.”

“They heels or flats, lass?”

“Heels.”

“Got it.” You huff slightly in embarrassment as John releases the radio.

“How’d you know where my office was?” You ask, the adrenaline still running through you was making it hard to fully relax, your brain instead racing for answers for inane questions.

“Just because I can’t respond back doesn’t mean I don’t try and read your messages when I can.” Instead of putting his hand back on your thigh, John brings it to your ear and taps the earpiece. The same one that let you hear Soap in the first place.

“Now where did you get this, love?”

“I, umm. I took it. From another soldier.” You feel flustered as you admit this to John, but you can see there’s a proud sheen in his eyes. “He got knocked out in front of my office, a-and I couldn’t get out, and I thought I could contact someone for help.”

“You did good, love.” The heat in your cheeks only increases at his compliments.

“Soap thought about shooting at her.” You jolted in John’s arms as you twisted yourself to look back at Ghost, forgetting he was still there. “Thought she was with them since she had a radio.” John sneered slightly at the thought of more harm coming to you. Unfortunately for Soap, he chose then to radio in.

“There’s a guy here upset about losing his radio. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would ya, lass?”

“That’s ‘miss’ to you, MacTavish.” John growled back at the scot. Taking a quick breath to calm himself, he continued, “All stations. Prep medical. 141, rendezvous at Exhibition Road exit.”

Both Soap and Gaz responded in confirmation, even if Soap sounded a little wounded and confused. Once he had received word from his team, John made sure you were secure around his waist before beginning to move out of the museum. He kept his hand on your back as he got closer to the doorway to the noise of the street. His fingers made barely noticeable motions to try to keep you calm. As the afternoon light began to engulf you both, you hid your face in his neck, taking deep breaths of his scent to soothe yourself. John moving his hand to cradle your head.

“It’s alright, love.” He whispered. “It’s over. You did so good for me, sweetheart. My smart girl.”

You could feel his overgrown beard catch on your hair. The slight squish of his cheek against the crown of your head as he continued to walk. Always the strong pillar to support you and soothe you.

John places you down on a gurney some EMTs have brought forward for you. People beginning to crowd around you as he begins to pull away.

“No!” You scream. Your throat is so raw. Your voice so weak. Even still, you’re not ready to let your partner leave your sight. John’s eyes soften as he reaches forward to grasp your hand.

“Love, it’s okay. I have to finish my job, and then I’ll come back. Alright?” He must have seen your trepidation, but he doesn’t admonish you for being selfish with his presence. Instead, he turns. The EMTs are kind enough to allow John free movement as he moves closer to your head. They seem to understand after your outburst that they’re not going to be able to do their job of treating you without your partner’s presence or assurance. Crouching to be near your eye level, he points ahead of him.

“You see them over there? You see Simon?” Following the line of his finger, you see his three fellow soldiers. Ghost stands tall next to the ones you now know as Gaz and Soap, the two of them talking to each other, facing your direction. They stop abruptly once they notice your gaze on them. Gaz waves at you, Soap giving you a crooked smile as he shoves Ghost with his shoulder. Ghost had been looking over the crowd of first responders with his arms crossed over his chest. Despite his attention being elsewhere prior, it focuses on you for a few moments at Soap’s nudging. The man simply giving you a nod of acknowledgement before turning away once more.

John turns back to you in time to see you nod slightly. “I’m just going to be over there. I’ll stay there so you can see me, okay?”

“Okay.” You whimper. John gives you a heartfelt look before leaning his lips down to meet your forehead. Pressing them to your skin, he lingers for a few beats before pulling away. Turning to one of the EMTs next to him, he’s quick to address them.

“She doesn’t leave here without my knowledge. Understood?” Receiving confirmation that they’d follow his instructions, John moves forward to meet up with his team. The EMTs are quick to take over for him. Asking your name, telling you how brave you were, that you were safe now. None of it really penetrates your brain as you keep your eyes fixated on John’s form getting further away. Seeing no further point in having it inserted, you rip the ear piece out of your ear.

You don’t know if it’s the stress of what happened, if it’s the people poking at your bloody feet, or if it’s just the sudden sadness of watching John leave you again. You don’t know what exactly triggers it, but you dissolve into a crying mess all the same. You don’t scream or whimper anymore. Just heave gulps of air as you become more and more frustrated by the people around you trying to calm you down. You barely feel the individual pieces of glass being pulled from your feet. Only the hot pain of the disinfectant and the rush of blood trying to create scabs. To heal the injuries to your body so you could focus on the injuries to your mind.

But even through the pain and the crying, you keep your eyes on John. True to his word, he stays in the same area that he had pointed to. Directing his team to move in his stead, give orders on his behalf so he doesn’t move from his position. In the moments he stands alone, he doesn’t turn to look at you. Only talking to someone on his phone.

While you don’t know it, John’s restraint was barely holding. He knew if he looked over at you, he wouldn’t be able to continue wrapping up the loose ends of this whole mess. Ghost seemed to know this. Being the captain’s eyes for him and keeping him updated on how you were faring. In saying that, Ghost never mentioned whether you were crying, but John could feel it nonetheless. His heart was tugging him towards you, but it would have to wait. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could give you his unfettered attention.

“They’ve finished bandaging her feet. Looks like they’re just treating her shock now.” Ghost’s deep voice broke through the countless other voices surrounding him. Looking down, John focused on your things that Soap had left at his feet.

Your yellow satchel. The one he had bought you after you had graduated university and gotten your first job that utilised your degree. He complained that you couldn’t be carrying around your laptop in a tote bag. You complained that you couldn’t find a cute enough bag for your laptop in your budget. The compromise was this, something cute he bought within his budget.

Next to it were your black and white heels. Another present that he had enjoyed giving you. Enjoyed seeing the joy on your face when he had surprised you with the very shoes you had said would be perfect to go with your favourite dress. He wondered when you would be able to wear them again. If you’d wear them again. He wouldn’t hesitate to burn both accessories if you said that they reminded you too much of this day. He’d burn everything he had to erase what had happened today. Nothing mattered to him more than you.

John finished heaving a deep sigh as Soap and Gaz regrouped with him and Ghost.

“Everything’s wrapped up, sir.” Gaz stated, looking over his captain. While Gaz was still trying to give Price his space, Soap didn’t seem to have the same tact.

“Well, ya gonna go back to your lady now?” Gaz and Ghost both nudge him on either side of his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, John finally turns to look at you.

You look so small, wrapped up in a shock blanket. Your feet wrapped up in bandages and your head lolled back against the head of the gurney. And still, your eyes were still on him. Whether you were truly looking at him anymore was another question, but your eyes didn’t stray. Looking back down at your things, he knew he wouldn’t get away from his boys if he didn’t let them say hello.

“She’ll be fragile… but would you like to meet her?” Raising his eyes, he was met with Gaz’s gentle smile and Soap’s golden retriever glow. Before he could reach down, the scot had already nabbed your bag and shoes, ready to bring them to you. “Well alright. If we’re done here, let’s go.”

They got all of two steps towards you before Soap and Gaz were tag teaming questions.

“She your wife? Your girlfriend?” The Scot asked.

“Girlfriend. Haven’t proposed.” Yet, John thought. You’d probably need some time to heal before he finally asked, however.

“Why didn’t you mention her, cap?” Gaz questioned, barely letting their captain get a breath in.

“Didn’t feel the need to.” Was John’s response.

“Why’s LT met her and we haven’t?” This time Soap hadn’t even given John time to close his mouth before asking his next question.

“Trust he wouldn’t bother me like this.” He answered finally, giving Simon a shared amused look at Soap’s upset at being left out on this piece of his life.

At least the boys had the sense to stop once they got into hearing range of you. John can’t stop himself from jogging the last few steps to you. Gently taking a hold of the hand that you reach out to him as he gets closer.

“Hi, my love.” You try to stop yourself from whimpering, but the noises come from you without your input. You had finally reached some sort of passive calmness, but seeing him was causing the water works to start again. Without missing a beat, John leans forward into your space and is wrapping you up in his arms. He doesn’t shush you or tell you to calm down. Doesn’t minimise your stress. Just holds you and lets you sob into his chest.

When your breathing evens out, he starts letting you go. Not pulling away from you until you’re willing to pull away from him. Your supervising EMT passes John tissues at his silent request and he goes about wiping your face gently.

“There’s my brave girl. I’m so proud of you. You did so well.” And for the first time since the beginning of all of this, you smile. Preening under your partner’s praise. Your feet, body, and throat still hurt - accompanied with a raging headache from your crying - but he’s here. And even with everything that happened, you did the best you could under his silent guidance.

“Now don’t go being polite to them just for the sake of it, yeah? But my team’s here if you’d like to meet them.” He holds your head in his available hand as he talks, stroking his thumb along your cheek, “but don’t worry if you just want to go home. I can tell them to piss off and we can go straight home, mm?” You giggle slightly at his care for you, his eyes shining at the noise you make.

“I wanna meet them.”

“Alright, love. But just say the word and I’ll send them away.” Straightening up, John gives the hand he’s holding a small squeeze as he faces his team. They had been patiently waiting for their captain to call to them, so as soon as their captain motioned them over, Soap was first to bound forward.

Gently placing your satchel at John’s feet, after lifting it to show you that he had retrieved it, Soap places your shoes on your lap. “I woulda taken these off too, lass. Woulda made a hell of a sound!”

Before you can respond, John is already cutting into him.

“I don’t think flattery forgives a gun pointed to the face, does it, MacTavish?”

“John, it’s okay.” At the sound of your tired voice trying to mitigate the situation, John huffs, but doesn’t say anything else as you introduce yourself. “Thanks for not shooting me and everything. Bet I looked pretty suspicious.”

“Oh, umm, of course, lass. Uh- miss. Still shoulda lowered my gun.” Soap was turning bashful under your unexpected understanding. And at the captain’s watchful eye making his ears and neck feel hot.

“You would’ve taken off my shoes, I wouldn’t have lowered your gun. Call it even?”

“Uh yeah. Thanks, miss.” Turning to get out from your and Price’s gaze, Soap turns and throws his arm around Gaz. “And this is Gaz!”

Your excitement gets caught in your healing throat as you exclaim, “Oh! Kyle, right? I’ve heard so much about you!” If Gaz was surprised by your acknowledgement of him, he doesn’t show it. Not skipping a beat as he comes closer to talk to you, shrugging off Soap’s arm.

“All good things, I hope.”

“A bit of both. You know how it is,” Gaz can tell you smile is a little forced, noticing that his captain has also noticed your decreasing energy.

“Cap never mentioned he had such a beautiful woman waiting for him at home, either.” While none of the members of the 141 would dare say it in front of their captain, you looked adorable when you were flustered. John got lost in that same cuteness for a moment as you pulled the hand that was holding his to your face, hiding behind it slightly. As your eyes darted around in embarrassment, you finally lay your sights on Ghost.

“Si- uh, Ghost!” You call out to the tall man standing at the back of the group. Gaz isn’t insulted by your dismissal of him. From the small comment he heard from Soap about how Ghost reacted to finding you inside, and the near slip of his name you just did. Well, he figured you two had some level of friendship that the two sergeants weren’t privy to.

While his steps start off a bit forced, at the genuine happiness you seem to give off to his presence, Ghost is soon confidently walking forward until his body brushes the gurney you’re on.

Shaking John’s hand out of yours gently, you quickly replace his grip with Ghost’s. Giving the man’s hand a tight squeeze to portray your quiet thanks to him.

Giving a quick look behind him at his two colleagues, and seeing that they’re the only ones around, Ghost turns back to you. Pulling up his balaclava until most of the fabric is bunched on his forehead, Simon’s eyes are soft as you meet his.

You gently mouth some words to him. Simon is quick to lean his body down into your space for you to wrap around his neck, allowing you to hug him.

Price had warned him that you were a hugger when you two first met, but you had always restrained yourself in his presence. Simon figured that this one time he could give in to your hold. You deserved it after the day you had. Plus, he needed to whisper his response to you directly into your ear to make sure you heard it.

Thank you for saving me, Simon.

You saved yourself, kid.

When he pulls back out of your embrace, he’s quick to pull his balaclava back down. He only owed you some vulnerability. No one else.

However the show of Simon’s willingness to let you hug him brought tears to your eyes again. As they start falling down your cheek, your energy seems to fall with them. Closing your eyes and letting your head fall back onto the gurney. John is quick to take your hand back in his, having his index and middle finger lay over your pulse to make sure it isn’t dropping. The sounds of him and the EMT talking blur as you get weary with exhaustion. If you weren’t already lying down, you were sure you’d faint.

Moving his hand to grip yours properly now that he knew your pulse was somewhat stable, John gives yours a couple of squeezes. When your eyes flutter open, he’s already leaning down in front of you. His eyes dart over your face, doing one last check over himself before talking.

“EMT says you’re free to come with me as long as you’re okay with that. Was thinking I’d bring you back to base with me while I deposit my things and then I can drive us home, hmm?” You’re already nodding before he begins again. He wants to make sure you know your options at least. Make sure you’re not just blindly agreeing because of exhaustion. “Or I can have someone drive you straight home and I’ll be home in a few hours.”

“No. Please. Wanna stay with you…” You’re drowsy as you say it, but it doesn’t warm John’s heart any less as he sees your desperation to stay with him. He checks once more with the EMT watching you two that it is okay to take you with him before he starts moving. He hands your bag and shoes to Ghost before the man steps back to give John space.

“Okay, love. Gonna pick you up now, okay?” Your frail nod only confirms to him that he needs to do this gently. Putting an arm under your knees first, he slowly lifts them to make sure they don’t hit the gurney as they’re moved. Once he’s successfully lifted them up, it’s easier for him to get his arm under your back and hoist you aloft into your arms. The EMT wishes you a speedy recovery as they help tuck the shock blanket around the front of your torso to keep you warm.

Once John has turned back towards his team, you in his arms, he notices first that Gaz is gone.

“Went to get the car to bring it as close as he can.” Ghost offers.

Second thing he notices is Soap now has your bag and shoes once more.

“Got jealous you gave them to me.” Ghost fills in once more, causing an amused huff to leave John’s mouth and a tired chuckle to leave yours.

Now leaning your head against the flat of his vest, the velcro hurts your cheek slightly. But the rise and fall of John’s chest as he moves you brings you enough comfort to handle it. Even when you’re gently jostled as he walks towards where Gaz has brought the car forward. You mostly keep your eyes closed as you’re carried, only opening them every now and then to get a sense of where you are. The only time you keep them open is when you’re gently passed to Ghost. John saying something about not wanting you to be uncomfortable when you complain about being moved from his arms.

Watching John taking his tactical vest off and throwing it in the back of the van is enough of a spectacle to catch your interest though. Watching the hem of his turtle neck lift from his trousers as he removes the armoured clothing doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Especially when it catches on the bit of his stomach just under his navel, the hair trailing into his trousers getting covered when he tugs the shirt back down.

He waits until he’s sat on one of the benches in the back of the transport van before taking you back from Ghost.

“You need to behave,” John is quick to admonish, moving you slightly so you’re sitting across his lap before continuing. Though he pretends to disapprove, he has a slight smile tugging at his lips as he remembers your gaze. “There’ll be none of that until you’re feeling better.”

You give a weak groan in response, more for his sake than yours. It’s mission accomplished when he chuckles in response as he moves his arm to prevent your feet from bumping against anything during the drive. Taking the shock blanket from your front and wrapping it properly around your back now that you’re in a more settled position.

Soap sits across from the captain in the back while Gaz drives and Ghost accompanies him in the front. Your shoes and bag are placed next to guns and magazines of ammo, given the same importance as Soap makes sure they won’t move or topple over throughout the drive.

Once the van starts driving, it doesn’t take long for you to finally fall asleep against John’s bicep. The men’s quiet conversation creates a safe atmosphere for your brain to finally allow you to rest.

Soap waits a couple of minutes after your breathing evens out to ask if you’re asleep, Price giving you a soft glance as he answers in the affirmative.

“You picked a strong one, huh, sir?”

“Yeah. Yeah I did.”

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harveywritings92 · 2 years ago

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R/n, to Ghost: So... When were you planning on telling me you’re a vampire?

Ghost: Honestly, I was kind of under the impression that you already knew... You know... given your own nature.

R/n:...My what?

Ghost: Don’t play coy, yer a vamp too.

R/n: Uh, no I’m not.

Ghost: Yes, the hell you are I can smell it.

Soap [werewolf]: I think yer nose is broken.

König [werebear]: Ja, she’s a Vere-animal like us!

Soap: Right!

R/n: Wait, y-You guys are-

Gaz [Elf]: No! Your all wrong, look at that point on her ears! she’s obviously an Elf!

R/n, fidgets with her ears: My ears???...an Elf? What-

[R/n looks at everyone baffled that they were all monsters, as the monster men bicker with each other on what she was, Price does the smart move and just takes R/n to a fairy doctor to figure it all out.]

R/n, glaring down at her results: What the hell?! This is bull-crap dude!

[Turns out R/n is a chimera. But instead of inheriting all the badass powers and monsters features from her supernatural DNA donors the genes cancelled each other out; making her no different from any other human...]

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dtrghost · 2 years ago

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closeness and proximity

Side note: This is my first ever tumblr fic, so uh, be gentle!! moving on!

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, violence, angst, descriptions of interrogation and torture, INTENSE gore (imo), cursing, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. If you have a weak stomach or faint heart, please do not read this, like please.

I'd also like to start this off by saying that the mc is not a good person, and that is on purpose. I've seen a lot of the angel fics where ghost falls for his antithesis, so I decided to try something new. So here, please forgive any mistakes.

if this does become a series there will most likely be smut because,,, yes.

(update it's becoming a series so if someone wants to be tagged for that lmk cause i have so many ideas for this)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 3.4k

"Sunshine how copy?" Ghost's gruff, static filled voice called through coms, scope checking the parameters of the building she found herself held up in. She didn't respond at first, busy fighting for her life in a basement underneath the building they weren't aware of.

The deeper she went the harder it was to understand what was being relayed to her, so she settled on doing it on her own. He listened to a man grunt, their body dropping to the floor under her boot as she took a deep breath.

"There's a basement underground, coms are cutting out. I'm taking charge on clearing the basement. I'll report when I get to the surface. Sunshine out." She loathed her callsign with a passion. To speak it caused a burning hatred to spark in the lowest depths of her heart and made her cringe horribly. However, she knew it was better than letting everyone know her real name, so she dealt with it.

Ghost sighed, knowing she couldn't be stopped once she started. She had been on a few missions together in the past few years, he knew she was uptight and lacked the emotional capacity to make friends with others. It made him wonder why, what could've been that bad to freeze her heart over and shrink it to the size of the pebble he was crushing under his foot as he shifted uncomfortably. People would try and try to thaw her out, yet always failed.

He waited, taking out strays that attempted to heed the possible rescue requests that came from that basement, and patiently waited.

"This is Sunshine, basement cleared. Might wanna come take a look at this." His eyebrows furrowed, affirming the request and making his way down quickly, not wanting to stay in the open for too long. He made his way to the basement, eyes widening at the various bodies that trailed to wherever she was down there.

Had she done this all by herself?

He followed the bodies all the way to her, lights flickering, casting a bland white light on the concrete walls. seeing her digging through an opened trunk in a room filled with them.

"Weapons. American." Sunshine reported, glancing at him as he took his place next to her, seeing the American flag painted onto the inside of the lid. She turned at the sound of a groan, a soldier she left alive rousing to consciousness.

"Fuckin' hell. This mission was to take out ultranationalists." Ghost sighed. She didn't respond, the task force member watching her turn on her heel and grab the soldier by vest, throwing him against the wall with impressive strength. Blood flowed out of the back of his head, smearing against the wall as he slowly slid to the floor. He had never seen her in interrogation, but he had heard from those who have.

Brutal, heartless, some had to exit the room.

He wouldn't. He's witnessed plenty of torture tactics, even had to rely on some himself to get information necessary for national security. But this is another reason why they called her 'Sunshine', because to others she didn't feel remorse for what she did, some said she enjoyed it even, that her eyes brightened like the sun peaking over the horizon. Whether that was true or not he'd figure out now, as eager as he was. He watched her take out her knife, flipping it in her hand as she crouched to the soldier's level.

"Where'd they come from." She asked simply, keeping an even tone that surprised Ghost. He expected something more fierce, intimidating, but it was as if she was starting a conversation with a normal person. The victim attempted to spit in her face, but with a quick turn on the head it landed on the floor behind her. Her knife dug itself into his foot, his cries of pain echoing in the basement as she twisted it. The sounds of his bones cracking made Ghost shiver.

"Where'd they come from. Who sold them to you." She persisted, her face void of all emotion as she ripped the blade out of his foot. She sighed, turning to ghost who stood in the back, surveying the action. His eyebrows furrowed as she pointed to the door with her knife.

"Wait outside. This might take awhile." At first he didn't move, but the hint of impatience in her eyes spooked him out, for reasons unknown to him, but instinct told him to listen. So he slowly retreated and stood watch outside for anyone either getting up or rushing down the stairs. Y/N turned back to her victim, seeing two loops with chains hanging off of them imbedded into the wall. She tied his arms up, leaving his body sagging down.

Ghost listened to her repeat her questions, and when she didn't get an answer, a shout would follow. But those shouts turned to ear-piercing screams very quickly. He listened to pleads and begs of mercy to understand him, that he couldn't say anything out fear to what they'd do to him.

"Imagine what I'll do next if I don't get the response I want." She'd respond.

The bones cracking, the retch of vomiting, blood splattering onto the cold concrete.

"If you think you can outlast me, that I'll get tired of this and stop for the night to let you regain some of your humanity, you're wrong. Because unfortunately for you sweetheart." The blade tore through his skin, another bellow of pain emerging from his throat as he squirmed in his place. They were both coated in blood, her eyes dull and her ears tuning out the noise. To her, it was as if he was silent, his screams didn't penetrate through to her, and talked and talked until it drove him mad.

"I don't have all night, and I'm getting impatient. You won't die, I wouldn't allow that. I went through med school, graduated top of my class with a doctorate in Neuroscience. I know how to break." Which was evident as his leg was broken and facing different directions from the knee down to his toes.

"And I know how to fix. I'll keep you alive a lot longer than the night, and I'll do a lot worse. So if you want this to end, start talking, or you're in for a long week." Simon wondered what she was doing. His mind went over the possibilities until her victim finally cracked after the final scream he unleashed into the empty basement. He detailed a secret arms trade between an ally of the United States' and another country, which would lead to the likeliness of intentions for them.

War.

Y/N huffed, ripping off a piece of the soldiers shirt that wasn't soaked in sweat, blood, or vomit, which was a very small one, and wiping her hands clean as best as she could.

"Could've said that 10 minutes ago. Now, you'll bleed out within the next 5. Shame." Ghost listened to his anguished sobs as footsteps approached him, turning around from the entrance to see her, covered in blood. His eyes widened slightly, noticing a piece of...

Her eyes followed his to her vest, noticing a very small piece of flesh sitting between her shirt and gear before flicking it off to the side.

"Hopefully he didn't have HIV." She joked, but there was no humor in her voice, no sign of her finding it funny at all, as if she said it to just say it. Ghost didn't respond, he wasn't sure how. He slowly moved to look inside the room, the curiosity of what she did to the soldier eating him alive, until she grabbed his roughly.

"Don't." The word sent shivers down his spine, and he knew better than the disobey as she had operational command authority, and would likely court martial him if he had. So he took a step back and maintained eye contact, radioing in to Price.

"Captain, this is Ghost. How copy." He called, his gruff voice bringing a smile to her lips that he couldn't see due to her mask which was just a boring black one, decorated with blotches of drying blood that lightened up enough to see. "This is Price."

"We found weapons and gear, they're American." He went onto explain the situation, being weary of his mission leader walking around him in circles, waiting impatiently as he reported their findings.

"Copy that. I'll transfer this to Lanswell. Good work, report back to base for debrief."

"Copy, Ghost out." He connected his radio back to his vest. She took out her pistol, leading him to pull out his own. The behavior she exhibited was one he hadn't seen often, and it led to a deep mistrust he couldn't shake. She smirked, turning around, walking back in the room, and confirming her kill with a bullet between the eyes before reappearing in front of him.

He looked at her suspiciously as she gestured to the stairs, wondering who trained her, who made her into what she is now. She wasn't normal, not like the rest of them, she had no signs of remorse, care, or empathy for the people she killed, and she killed them with ease. Over 30 soldiers in one cramped basement and she came out unscathed, in tip top shape. He followed her out and made it to the landing zone where a helicopter came to pick them up.

She was silent the whole way back, Price being there to greet the two before they sat through debrief.

"Sunshine, we have orders from headquarters to have you join Task Force 141. Ghost is to watch over you. An official introduction will be made tomorrow." Price announced, not missing the tightened grip of Ghost's fist on the table.

"Copy that captain." She responded in her usual tone, only fueling Ghost's anger as he turned to glare at her, though she only ignored him, keeping her gaze unwavering on Price.

"Hit the showers soldier." Price dismissed, Y/N being the first to leave. But before she did, she turned to look down at her new partner.

"Happy to be on the team, Mr. Riley." It took his everything to not jump to his feet and knock her out, holding his breath to calm himself down as she walked away, the door shutting behind her. He hated that she had power over him, and worse that she rubbed it in his face.

"There's no chance in hell I'll stand for her being on my team." He immediately threw at him, standing up in his seat with his finger pressing firmly on the table in front of him.

"First, it's my team. Second, It's not my choice, orders are orders." Ghost growled lowly, clearly upset over the lack of fighting to keep her off, to keep her away to those he held near and dear to his heart, even if that wasn't too close to begin with. He saw her as a danger, an immediate threat, someone who belonged in an institution before they saw the battlefield.

"Then send an appeal. She's a war criminal. Tell em that!" He snapped.

"Bloody hell we're all war criminals. Then we'll be stuck in prison with her and you'll complain some more." Price groaned, rubbing his forehead, clearly irritated by his soldier's insistence.

"Not like that. Not how she is. She'll kill one of us before we get the next mission, hell she parade around our bodies like a joker and hail-" Price's hand slammed on the table, cutting his lieutenant off.

"Quiet." Ghost went silent, sighing deeply as he waited for Price to gather the right words, to somehow ease his mistrust in her, though he doubted she could do that. He watched as he shut the door and locked it, keeping his voice hushed, standing closer to his comrade.

"This is classified information, what I say stays in this room and is to never be discussed with anyone else. Is that understood lieutenant." Ghost's eyes widened for a moment before nodding in affirmation, waiting for his captain to continue.

"She- she wasn't brought up normally. As a great many soldiers weren't, hence why many of them join the ranks in the first place. She was a prodigy, she became a seal at 17, and on her second mission she was set up, deserted, and kidnapped. Nobody knows what happened to her in there, a search team was sent out, but she wasn't found til a few months later, and when she came out after she was different."

She was a child.

That's all Ghost could thing about. God knows what happened to her in there, and he didn't want to think about it.

"She exhibited sociopathic tendencies, she was closed off, didn't speak for a very long time. She failed psychological evaluation requirements, depression, ptsd, ecetera. Even then they sent her back out on missions a couple months later." Simon's eyes blew open, Price nodding glumly.

"Missions? Fuckin' hell, she needs help not special ops." He sneered, not at Price, but his anger was seeping through at rates he couldn't control. He was angry, how could they do that to someone? Did they not care, not even a little bit for her life? Her wellbeing?

"I know. But they're not taking her out any time soon, and now that she's on our team the least we can do is try to help her. I knew her before she became this. She was a kind soul." His voice dropped to a whisper, as if reminiscing, and he was. Her bright eyes, so full of potential when they met for her first mission, how she wheezed when she laughed. She was a kid, and it hurt his heart thinking about what she turned into over the last 6 years. Ghost nodded, silently agreeing to his motives before Price simply waved him off.

Simon hit the showers, scrubbing off the dirt and gunpowder that clung to his skin, watching the water turn black as the face paint drizzled down into it. The captain's words ran through his head over and over, the words going in one ear, through his brain, and out the other in a constant circle. He knew firsthand how corrupt his line of work could be, but that didn't make him any less angry when it revealed itself to him in the ways it did.

When he exited, fully dried and clothed with his mask back on, he passed by Y/N's room, noticing the light peaking out from underneath the door. He sighed quietly, his hand coming up and knocking on the door.

"It's open." Her cold voice responded, though it sounded more distant than before. He twisted the knob and let the door open, seeing her laying on her cot in deep thought. He went to question her, until he realized that she probably listened in on their conversation.

"You were listening." She nodded once, curtly and formally before sitting up and turning to look at him. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, analyzing every aspect about him. He felt like he was being stripped naked just by her look, his soul bare for her to look into.

Her eyes drifted over his exposed arms, the sleeveless tank he wore leaving them on display. He was a big guy, his arms were veined and muscled, tattoos filling up a majority of the space, combined with scars that passed through some of them. The top he wore was a bit tight, outline his chest in an attractive way, but she forced her eyes away, knowing he already caught onto what she was staring at.

"Price is right. I wasn't always like this. And I think he was the only one to notice, or at least point it out." She began, drawing attention away from the fact she just checked him out shamelessly.

"Wasn't right, what happened to you." He replied stiffly. She snickered, standing up. He watched her pace the room, twisting a knife in her hands, causing him to tense. She noticed.

"I'm not going to stab you lieutenant." She reassured, though it didn't help at all as she went on. She wasn't sure what she felt, confused for sure, as to why she was unable to emotionally process her emotions or evaluate the information she heard, as if her mind was barring her from contextualizing her state of mind. She knew she wasn't normal, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it and label herself.

"I was 17 when I was taken, you know that. Had a rough upbringing, I won't explain that to you now." She wasn't sure where she was going with this, and neither was he, but he'd listen for a bit to try and understand her more, maybe to trust her more now that she was his teammate. "I can feel emotion you know. Only to a certain degree, I can empathize. Fleeting, but it's there sometimes. I do feel some remorse, but you know how we are in this field. Weakness will get you killed, so you internalize it, you keep it buried underneath everything else, and because my everything else was stripped away with me, it just sits in here." She tapped her temple and shrugged. He understood what she meant, he did that too. He withheld his shame, his guilt, and his remorse, remaining a stone cold figure in the field. He saved the emotional crap for his time alone where he could deal with it in the way he knew how.

"You just let it sit there then?" He pressed, crossing his arms over his chest. She nodded.

"Don't know what to do with it. Lost my sense of self and all I know is this job. I do try though, I try to force some tears like I've seen others do, but the only time these.. feelings present themselves is on my missions, which is why everyone thinks I enjoy it. But I don't, for the record, I just can't control it like you guys do. And I envy you for that." His eyes widened slightly.

"Envy, huh."

"Mhm. You can talk to each other, find common ground and relate, make friends and connections. I can't because I don't feel like you guys do. And then you demonize me and outcast me more than I already am, so. Oops." He thought she was getting upset, but she wasn't, there was not a hint of anger or sadness or negative emotion in her person whatsoever, none that he could see anyway. Her arms were loose and carefree as she swung them around every time she turned her heel to pace back in the direction she just walked in.

"We can help you." Her first sign of feeling was an eye roll with a steady irritated gaze. But she didn't say anything. The idea of needing help repulsed her beyond anything else, made her want to punch a wall and scream, her eyes widened. Anger. There it is, outside of a mission too. She hummed, looking back at him.

"Alright Casper." He grunted, displeased by the new nickname which made her smile widen cheekily. She searched his eyes for a moment, finding entertainment in the small flames in his amber eyes, how they flickered and danced when he found something humorous, how they died out when he found something unamusing or boring, how they raged when he grew angry or determined to finish something with a newfound passion.

She liked to think he had that burn in his eyes when Price spoke to him about the notion of helping her, hoping that he'd care that much even if she didn't want the help, or perhaps she did, that would explain the want would it not? That was a thought for later. For now she'd do her job the way she knew how, she wouldn't change, not yet, not that she knew how anyway.

"We're going out for a drink tomorrow night, care to tag along." He offered, jousting his chin up at her in a heads up manner.

"I don't drink." She replied, monotone as she laid down on her cot, shutting her eyes with a sigh. He watched her body sink into the bed, all stress and tension releasing, and he took that as his dismissal. He shut the door behind him, releasing a breath and walking back to his room, confused and tired where he slept on the day's events.

Though he was curious on how tomorrow would turn out.

And that's it! If you want a series out of this let me know!! It's my first fic and I'll probably binge a bunch because I feel like writing. I'm still trying to figure out the whole border thing I wanna make everything aesthetic or whatever but yeah.

See you guys next time!!

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lundenloves · 1 year ago

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Please write a fic about price teaching an innocent reader to smoke for the first time and he like praising her and stuuuf omg im begging 🙏🏻😰😰

✧ i’m so fucking fucked for this man. what happened? who let this happen. someone has to be blamed who the FUCK was it. i’m supposed to be a simon girlie, who lives in a world of blackness and upset. there’s been a fucking mixup and malfunction. *sighs with hands on hips* request more of him.

i got him pregnant.

↳ no warnings | 700 wc | gn!reader

✧ anon, you were the straw that broke the camels back. this was typed in twenty minutes. it’s even edited for a lovely change, no i’m not trying to impress price. don’t all my readers look lovely today? *silence* no?

… never back down, never what?

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“No, that’s—“ He chuckled, sitting forward abruptly to adjust the cigar between your dainty fingers. “We’re not in 1920’s Hollywood. You can use your thumb.” His correction of the cigar between your two fingers was his first critique, now watching intently as you pulled the thick stick from your mouth to look at it.

“It’s so unnecessarily big.” Your words were accompanied by a raise of his brows and a small shrug, eyes pointedly focused on the lighter in your left hand. “Don’t ask me if I know how to light it.”

He sighed a long exhale, muscular arms crossed over his chest. “Do you?” The taunt in his voice was one that slapped you in the face, turning to him with a mere nod.

“It’s a fucking cigar, not a bomb.” You lit the end as one would a cigarette, pulling it back from your teeth to check it had caught. “Right?”

Price ran a hand through his hair, dropping it back down to scratch at his beard. “Listen,” He leaned forward, taking the lighter from your hand and holding the flame by the end in continuous slow circles. “Do it like this and it’ll be an even light.” He looked up at you, eyes darting down to your lips and back up. “Till those edges are blackened.”

“Why?”

“And,” He gently took it from your mouth, his own hand manually moving yours upward to meet the cigar. “Light it here, you don’t need it in your mouth.”

You do as instructed, looking up at him every so often for his nod of validation. “It’s a bit different from cigarettes then.” A mutter tumbled from your lips and Price hummed in agreement, his palms now splayed wide across his thighs after leaning back. “What if I fuck it up? Can’t you just do it.”

He shook his head, bringing a hand up to gesture to the flame you were neglecting by staring at him. “It’s just a cigar, not a bomb, remember.”

You held the light far from the end in similar small circles as to what he was demonstrating. Tongue poking out from your mouth in concentration, lifting the smoke ever so slightly to check each and every leaf was introduced to the light in preheat before closing the gap. “Why can’t I light it from my mouth.”

“You can.” He said softly. “But it takes away from the first inhale. It's just about patience, love.”

You were predictably already growing impatient, twirling it slowly for all of ten more seconds before lifting it to your boyfriend for inspection. “Maybe half a minute or so more,” His hand rubbed at your thigh, squeezing it gently before sitting forward.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He tilted his head. “Now blow on it, just… gently.” The way his voice almost fell to a coarse whisper sent a shiver down your spine, fighting the urge to glare at him for the unintentional innuendos. “And then a little more heat.”

You smile at the smoke tumbling from the bottom as a result, blowing lightly one more time.

“Good girl, that looks good. Really good.” He nodded, eyes dropped to the stick in now shared appreciation. “Alright, now you can take the first draw. It’ll be untainted, d’you know why?”

“No idea.” The words come off absent for you’re entirely zoned out, smoke dancing from the cigar and out of your mouth. Price chuckled, his hands clasped together between his legs, elbows leant on his knees through a wide manspread.

“Because, you didn’t light it from your mouth.” His eyes met yours, warm and inviting when you had passed the cigar back to him. “And after every two or so hits, you’ll just—“ He blew on the end, watching the smoke disperse. “Rid the smoke.”

“This is an art.” You say as he takes it between his teeth, a long draw sparking a bright orange light from the bottom.

“Mh-hm.” His mumble brought smoke out in small streams, the thickness of the cigar looking much less impressive between his fingers as opposed to yours. “And you did all the work.”

“For once.”

i um— i don’t have a taglist for price.

any and all cod characters taglist: @maladaptivedaydreamingbum @luvfromkat @hotgirlsshareaccounts @simpxinnie @bloobewy @lazybutsmexy @mistydeyes @dilfdotgov

i wasn’t able to tag @stateofcatonia @yoluvrz and @its-bichin-belle-bitches, i’ll shoot you a dm to help sort it out! (yoluvrz keeps tagging and untagging hmmh)

as always always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! if no one pats me on the head every so often i’ll sit in a hole.

fucking hell i talk a lot.

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kalivodas · 3 months ago

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Craving sum Fluff and comfort from John price 🙏🏻🙏🏻‼️‼️ how gentle and Wholesome he is whenever he's not deployed 😭😭

SNAKE IN MY BOOTS — john price

oh captain my captain we all chant in unison!! cod requests make my brain go brrrrr

warnings: she’s tending to his wounds this is so wattpad. descriptions of injury. ps i think the twisted part of me can’t really write fluff. so checks notes and shoves papers at u take this

IT WAS EVIL, had it not made your heartbeat run wild under your chest. it knocked on your ribs like an outstretched palm to a tall oak door.

john price was staring at you, gaze intent and heavy as his eyes drew. a familiar smile hung tight on his lips.

“i’ve missed ya, princess.” he purred. but his words and his eyes weren’t following what his hands were doing. calloused palms ran gingerly down his sides, cargos stained and caked in crimson that had dried into something brown, unrecognizable amongst the red dirt.

your gaze was menacing.

he was hurt, yet finally standing here infront of you for the first time in four, long, treacherous months. every spark in your brain wanted to jump on him. hold him to your chest and never let him walk out of that door again, world be damned.

“don’t distract me, john price,” is what come out of your mouth as you jumped to the soles of your feet. your hands fell in some sort of synchronous motion, arm looped in john’s thick one as you drug him off to the bathroom.

you let the toilet seat lid down and gesture your head there once. sit.

he huffed. “it’s not bad, just a graze wound.”

your head cocked to the side, eyebrows drawn high and unyielding. “i’ll show you a real graze wound if you don’t sit your ass down.”

his eyes roll, but his knees have already buckled. he sits, and that tight smile is splitting his face. his little spitfire.

he raises his arms high, lets you peel that sweaty dri-fit shirt off of him. you toss it in the sink, already running through the stain treatments you’re gonna attempt to scrub the sin out of it with.

being a military spouse came hand in hand with blood and grime. if it wasn’t caked on his face, or he hadn’t tracked it in, his clothes were adorned with it.

you stare at his graze wound. he meant knife wound in his lower belly, untreated and oozing crimson. you want to kiss his face, thank him for coming home to you in one piece as his beard tickles your cheeks.

a deeper part of you, the one that’s got two rows of pearls gingery grinding against one another, wants to smack him upside the fat of his skull. you throw a quarter in the wrongful conviction jar and hit him anyways.

“why wouldn’t you stop by medic, honey? i need you safe, not bleeding out on your way home.”

his palms find the fat of your hips, soothing. “i know, princess. i just figure only my wife could patch me up like i needed.”

guilt swells in the soft underbelly of you. conniving son of a bitch. john price had always been a man of solemn words, but he seemed to save the best ones for you.

silence blankets the two of you after that. you clean his wound, let the vice of his white knuckles clutch you unforgivingly when you flush it with alcohol. wrap it up nicely, pat his abdomen and place a cool, open-mouthed kiss there on his gauze.

he stares down at you, some filthy idea gaining traction on the backside of his mind when he sees your mouth so close to him.

couldn’t help it, he’d say. pretty wife on her knees, so forgiving and so damn sweet to him that he thought his heart might rot of out of his chest.

later that night, after you’d made him shower while you threw something together on the stove to satiate your husband’s vast appetite, you feel thick forearms wrap around your torso. constricting, yet gentle. like a snake who’d been taught to take his war-riddled boots off at the door.

his mouth finds it’s heaven on the right side of your neck, and he plants a few wet kisses there. the burn of his beard tickles, makes your head jerk and a snort fall from your mouth.

“i missed you,” he says. “i miss you horribly when i’m away.”

you want to reply, to snake your own arms tight around him and vow to let 141 go without its captain. you don’t get the chance.

“i can’t breathe when i’m not without you.” his hands find the supple of your ass, squeezes there and grins when you yelp. he urges your legs to wrap around his waist, and he sets you up on the counter between him.

his eyes are blown, the deep brown like whiskey that ignited heat in your cheeks. he kisses the scarlet there.

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captainpricelover · 1 year ago

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In the car, really?

Captain price x f!reader

Wordcount- 0.8k

Warnings: Smut!! Car sex, Public sex, P in V sex, Breeding kink, possessive!Price. Price missed you after a long mission and shows you that in his own special way.

Names used: Honey, Hun, Baby.

After an extended mission, you pick your boyfriend up from the airport. It's the middle of the night and no one else is around. It's raining heavily and you're playing your favourite Lana del Rey song through the Bluetooth speaker.

Prices smile at you as opens the driver-side door, he leans over and presses the release button on your seatbelt before lifting you into his arms and pulling you out of his car while practically squeezing you to death.

“Missed’cha, honey,”

John states while planting small kisses all over your face, his overgrown mutton chops scratch your face while he does. You make a mental note to tell him to trim them later. You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull in him closer

“I missed you too baby!”

The parking lot near the base is empty and dark, the only light coming from the moon and inside your car. You and Price share a long-awaited romantic moment as the raindrops fall around the two. He places his bonnie hat on top of your head as he breaks the kiss. The hat smells of Price; cigars, gunpowder and whiskey with a hint of some expensive cologne.

He smiles as he sits down in the driver's seat “Let's go home,”

“You’re tired, let me drive,” You say while attempting to stop him from getting in

“No, it's fine really. To be honest darling your driving stresses me out,”

“Aren’t you a charmer,”

Laughter erupts from the both of you. Price pulls you into his lap as he finally sits down.

“I missed that laugh,”

He sighs, Price never talks about his missions but you could tell that they affect him. The rain starts hammering on the roof of the car.

“Let me show you how much I missed you,”

Price's hands start to explore your entire body. His fingers play with the hem of your skirt as he thrusts his hips only to discover

“No knickers, huh?”

“Was meant to be a surprise for later”

“Well I am very surprised baby, but your cunt is soaking my work trousers,”

“We’re going to fuck in the car aren't we?”

“You read my fucking mind, hun!”

With that, your skirt is flipped over, with your ass out for anyone to see. His fingers grip the flesh as he humps his clothed cock on your wet pussy. You move your hand down his torso past his chiselled abdomen and to the large tent in his trousers. He flinches as soon as your fingertips make contact.

“Fuck, I need you, baby, haven’t fucking touched myself in weeks.”

“I need you too, missed your cock inside me,”

Price’s zipper gets undone in one quick movement. Your hand quickly pulls his manhood out of his boxers before moving up and down his shaft. He lets out some small groans as his head flings back, hitting the headrest of the seat. The fingers that press into your ass push you back slightly as John aligns his cock with your entrance. He might have pushed you back slightly too fast as your ass makes contact with the centre of the steering wheel causing a loud honking sound to echo throughout the parking lot. A roar of laughter escapes Price’s lips before being shortly followed by your own giggling. His manhood enters you as he pulls you in closer, away from the wheel. A moan exits your lips stopping your chuckling. You bite your lip in an attempt to quieten the noise

“Don’t, I want to hear you”

He commands using his captain voice. So you let go of your bottom lip because of course, you got to follow his orders. You move your hips up and down, slowly grinding yourself against his cock. One of your hands moves up to secure his bonnie hat on your head while the other wraps place itself over Price’s shoulder. His movements speed up as more low groans escape his lips.

“Missed you, John. The house is so empty without you” You manage to say in between moans.

“Gonna knock you up, so you ain’t lonely anymore,”

“I was thinking of a dog, but that could work too,” You joke but it flys over his head

“Fill your cunt with my cum. You wanna be filled huh?”

His thrust gets faster. He is actually going to go through with this. You're getting close. He squeezes you tighter as he becomes rougher. You let go of his hat and wrap your arms around his neck as you get closer to your orgasm. The movements of your hips become in sync with his thrusts. All of a sudden you feel a bite on your neck, it’s John, he only does this when he's feeling possessive which turns you on even more.

“I’m going to cum!” You practically scream

“Cum for me, honey,”

And with that, you unravel. Your whole body shakes as you reach your high. Your cunt squeezes around his cock which causes him to finish as well. His cock shoots hot cum inside you before he slowly pulls out.

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, John,” You smile as you look in his eye. You can make a shape that's reflected in his pupils. It's a car. You snap your head around only to see a man with a skull face staring back at you.

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libingan · 4 months ago

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— how the TF141 eat PUSSY

JOHN PRICE

price starts by kissing and nibbling along your inner thighs, his breath hot and eager. he moves to your cunt with a determined tongue, savoring every inch of your pussy. his licks are slow, firm, and deliberate, ensuring he tastes every bit of your juices before concentrating on your clit.

he’s skilled and demanding, using intense, steady licks and forceful sucks on your clit, keeping you on the edge with a combination of persistent pressure and sudden bursts of intensity.

throughout, he lavishes you with praise, his voice rough with desire. “you’re so fucking delicious,” he growls. “I love the way you taste. I want to make you come all over my face.”

he doesn’t use toys, preferring to rely solely on his mouth and hands. his focus is entirely on your pleasure, making sure you’re completely satisfied with each lick and suck.

absolutely loves to edge you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back, making you beg for release. “not yet, love,” he’d murmur. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

sometimes he’ll restrain your hands above your head, keeping you from touching him or yourself, making sure you’re entirely at his mercy.

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

gaz takes a calculated and intense approach, starting with slow, deliberate licks around your cunt before shifting focus to your clit. his technique is precise, varying from gentle, teasing licks to rapid, urgent flicks.

neutral towards toys, sometimes using them but not relying on them. his fingers might play with your pussy while his mouth is on your clit, ensuring a thorough and varied stimulation.

gaz’s dirty talk is filled with praise, his voice smooth and encouraging. “you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs. “I love how you’re responding to my tongue. keep moaning for me, let me hear how much you enjoy this.”

he wants to make you feel adored and thoroughly pleasured, using his skillful technique to bring you to the brink of ecstasy with every touch and lick.

he loves to make eye contact while eating you out, watching your every reaction and getting off on the sight of you falling apart. “you look so beautiful like this,” he’d say, his voice husky.

gaz enjoys teasing you, brushing his tongue lightly over your clit and then pulling back, making you whine and beg for more. “tell me what you want, love,” he’d say with a smirk.

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

soap dives into eating your pussy with unrestrained enthusiasm, his scottish accent thick with desire. he starts with rough, eager licks, his tongue hungrily lapping up your juices. hes aggressive, his mouth constantly moving, focusing on your clit with hard, sucking attention.

he loooooves using toys, often incorporating a vibrator or dildo while his mouth is busy on your cunt. his fingers might stretch and tease you, adding extra stimulation to his relentless tongue.

his dirty talk is explicit and degrading, delivered with a thick Scottish accent. “ye’re so fuckin’ wet, lass,” he groans, his voice dripping with lust. “ye love this, don’t ye? ye’re such a dirty wee slut for my tongue.”

soap aims to push you to your limits, enjoying the way you squirm and beg. his relentless focus and use of toys are meant to leave you completely undone and craving more.

he’ll often slap your cunt lightly, adding a sting of pain to the pleasure, making you yelp and moan louder. “take it all, ye slut,” he’d growl.

soap loves to make you ride his face, grabbing your hips and grinding you down against his tongue, making sure you’re in control but completely at his mercy.

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

ghost's approach is intense and commanding. he dives into your cunt with a fierce, determined tongue, starting with broad, rough licks before focusing aggressively on your clit with hard sucks and teasing nibbles. his movements are precise and relentless, ensuring that every touch drives you wild.

he doesn’t use toys, preferring to rely solely on his mouth and fingers. his fingers may thrust into your pussy while his mouth focuses on your clit, creating a combination of sensations that leaves you breathless.

ghost’s dirty talk is harsh and degrading, adding an extra layer of intensity. “you’re such a filthy slut,” he growls against your cunt. “beg for it, you dirty whore. show me how much you want my tongue.”

he loves to hold your thighs apart with a firm grip, keeping you spread wide and completely exposed to his mouth. “you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire.

ghost might spit on your clit, adding to the wetness and making his licks even more intense. “take it, you fucking whore,” he growls, his eyes locked on yours as he devours you.

he enjoys making you squirm and struggle, using his strength to keep you in place while he works your pussy with ruthless efficiency. his goal is to push you to your limits, making you come with an intensity that leaves you trembling and completely satisfied.

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 10 months ago

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Thinking of John again…

So, fancy me this;

You’re wearing the crochet top you recently made which suggestively shows some of your boobs and the whole of your upper back. John sneaks up on you, tracing the outline of your spine with his finger.

“My pretty Dollie,” he murmurs as he presses against you, letting you feel his bulge and basking in the knowledge of what his size does to you.

His fingers travel lower to undo the straps at the back of the top. Simultaneously, he removes the straps around your shoulders with lingering kisses that are sure to leave their mark on your skin, slowly nudging them away.

You can feel the imprint of his proud smirk on the side of your neck as you lean into him, sighing contently at the way his large hands knead your breasts and he’s pressed against you.

“But you know you’re much prettier without that top, don’t ya? Although, perhaps your bear needs to remind you, hm?”

And the top does little to make you forget that afterwards.😉

CoD ML

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year ago

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Pretty please, reader who throughout her whole life was made to feel unattractive and undesirable and that makes her very self conscious about her body. This leads her to the inability to feel good during sex because she keeps thinking her partner is judging the way she looks. Until she does it with the 141 guys and Konig and they finally make her feel wanted and beautiful, leading to the very first orgasm of her life. If this is too specific or not your thing, feel free to ignore my ask. I love your blog, so keep up the good work.

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍

Task Force 141 (+König) x Reader

Thank you so much for the kind words and the ask, I really really appreciate it🫶🏽 I got so excited and happy when I read this🥲

I feel like they would look at you and be like “Are you serious? YOU’RE A LITERAL GODDES“ and be extra gentle 🥹 I really hope you like it, I love youuuuu🩷❤️🩷❤️ P.S: You guys are beautiful just the way you are <3💖💋

(also I‘m comfortable with writing stuff like these so please feel free to always ask me these kind of stuff! 🫶🏽🫶🏽)

KÖNIG

König and you have been making out for a few minutes now and god he was really good at making you feel so needy.

But as soon as he switches the positions, caging you under him you felt a bit unsure and insecure. He definitely notices your mood change and stops his movement.

“What happened, schatz?" he asked curiously looking at you with concern. “Is everything okay?”

You don’t know how to reply. You don’t know how to tell him that you’re scared that he might leave you after having sex with you. You sit up straight and he notices how tears start building up in your eyes.

A part inside of you knows that he would never leave you because he is showing his face to you. And nobody knows how he looks like. Not even the people he works with. Only you.

But than there is this other part inside of you that keeps telling you that he will leave you as soon as he gets what he wants. Or worse as soon as you reveal your body, he will get scared and push you away.

“Talk to me liebling“ his voice is soft and his much larger hands gently run down your soft cheek. You look up at him but you can’t respond to him. He doesn’t waste another second and immediately hugs you and presses soft kisses on your neck. This time it wasn’t in a sexual way but in a I‘m here, it’s okay way.

Sometimes you feel bad because he is always this patient with you and you wish you could be more confident about yourself. If only you never dated your ex…

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he asks you gently and you just hug him tighter. “I‘m scared” you finally tell him. You can feel his face expression change and you thought that he will push you away now but he never did. Instead he continues holding you and kiss you. “What are you scared of?” his voice is genuine. He didn’t ask you just because he feels like he has to but because he really wants to know and learn more about you.

“That you’re gonna leave me as soon as I show you my body” you reply barley in a whisper. “Oh baby… how could I leave such a beautiful woman like you. Have you seen yourself? You’re a walking goddes“ he looks at you and lets his hands are on each side of your cheek. “You’re the most beautiful woman that ever walked into this world and I would never leave you. I love you so much mein Schatz” you let out a chuckle while tears are still falling down your eyes. "I love you too” you reply and smiles softly at you.

“We can do something else, if you want to“ he suggests and something inside of you is telling you to now let that happen. You’re confused about what is happening now.

“NO“ you all of a sudden yell causing him to look at you confused. “Baby, we don’t need to do it now. It‘s really okay” he tells you and he does mean it. He would never do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. He would sacrifice his own happiness for yours. As long as you are happy, he is too. You’re his light in the darkness and his whole world. Whenever he us holding you, he feels like he is holding the whole world.

“No. I want to do this. Please make me feel good” you desperately tell him. He hesitates for a second because he is still scared you don’t actually mean it and only want to do it because he wants to. But after seeing your face turning hot he smirks and realizes that you’re being honest.

And he will show you how much he loves you.

He started kissing you again and slowly removes your shorts. Your breath hitches in the middle of the kiss as you feel his hands working on removing your clothes. He looks down at your body and he smiles softly as soon as his eyes fall on your body.

“Don’t ever hide your body from me. You’re too beautiful to hide yourself.“ he kisses his way down and stops on your stomach. His fingers push your panties to the side and circle around your heated clit.

For the first time, you don’t feel ashamed about yourself. Actually, you feel really good about yourself. And all the negative thoughts are pushed into a corner and all you could think about is the moment right now.

“Oh my god“ you moan as two his fingers slowly push inside of you. “You’re so beautiful liebling“ he moans at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers. He continues kissing your chest and stomach because he wants to hear your pretty moans. He pumps in and out of you and you start feeling dizzy. Not in a bad way. But in a very good way.

"Please just fuck me already” you’re shocked as soon as this sentence leaves your mouth. You can feel his smirk on your stomach and he starts looking up at you.

“As you wish, mein Schatz“ his smirk so devilish yet so cute. He removes his boxers and you see his hard cock spring free. He lets the tip of his cock dance around your tip, causing your back to ache with so much desperate. “Pleaseeee” your out of breath and he can definitely hear it.

“It’s gonna hurt for a second but you‘re gonna be okay” he warns you and starts sliding into you, slowly and gently.

“Oh fuck“ a tear leaves your left eye because of the pain but the pain doesn’t last long. It soon turns into pleasure and you give König the go to start moving. And he does as you say. He slowly starts fully slide into you and out of you, still gently.

You never felt this way with no one. It’s not your first time having sex but this feels different from the others. This isn’t just sex. This is him making love to you.

“Fuck“ he moans as he keeps moving in you. Soon the room was filled with the sound of your bodies clapping and your moans.

“You’re so beautiful, mein Schatz“ he continues saying how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. And you definitely feel it. You feel his words on your body and in your heart. And those aren’t just empty words, just to make you feel good. Bug he means every single one of them.

“I‘m so close“ you feel your orgasm building up and you didn’t know this was possible. Of course you knew that having an orgasm is natural but you never knew that you would also experience this kind of feeling.

"Let it out baby“ and you did as he said. You let it out finally feeling relaxed and good. König continued kissing you and telling you how much he loves you. Other than your ex, he did aftercare with you. He bathed you and cuddled the entire night with you.

You never felt so much loved.

SIMON RILEY

One thing you loved about Simon is that he never pushes you to do anything you don’t want to do. He respects your boundaries and never questions it. He waits for you to open up as soon as you feel comfortable.

And today is the day you want to have sex with him. You guys have been together for a long time but due to your insecurity you never let him get under your panties. But this time you want to have it. You want to push your insecurities to the side and feel good.

Of course a part of you is still scared that he might leave you as soon as he gets what he wanted but than there is this other part that reminds you that he showed his face to you. He lets you remove his mask from his face. So there is not much of a chance that he would ever leave you.

And honestly you’re desperate to finally feel his touch on your skin. So you make your way to your shared bedroom and sit on his lap. He loves you sitting on his lap and holding you close. But to be honest he is a bit confused because you never did something like this just because you felt like it.

“Hey baby" he kissed your cheek and pushed your hair behind your ear. “Hey Simon“ you started kissing him and tried to show him that you are in desperate for him. After a few minutes of kissing he slowly gets the message and switched the positions. “Are you sure you want this? We don’t need to do this“ he asks you and you shake your head.

“Please Simon. Make me forget about these thoughts“ you whisper and softly smiles at you. "You’re my kind of woman. I will love you forever" he kisses you and slowly removes your clothes and his owns. The kiss soon turns into a messy one and you feel yourself getting hotter and your pussy is getting wetter. His touch always made you feel something you didn’t know was capable of feeling.

His fingers kept teasing you‘re already needy pussy and then he finally slides them into you. You let out a shaky breath and he lets out a soft chuckle at the sight. “You feel so good around my fingers“ he confesses and you smile from ear to ear.

If you told younger you that you‘d ever feel yourself getting this close, you‘d probably laugh. But it’s true. You’re starting to feel the stuff you only read in books.

Simon pulls his hands away and gently starts sliding his cock into you. You feel a little pain at first but the pain doesn’t last long. Soon the pain turns into pleasure and you feel euphoric.

“Simon“ you moan his name and he gets weak at the sound of you moaning his name. He wants to be the only one hearing you moan. And he mostly definitely will be the only one hearing you moan. Sex feels more like love with him. You feel so many emotions while he keeps pushing in and out of you. And none of the emotions are negative.

“Simon oh my god. I can’t anymore” you feel the knot forming and he knows. Oh he definitely knows. “It’s okay baby. You can come“ his voice so sweet that you could faint anytime soon.

You let go of yourself and cum on his cock. Simon kisses you and tells you how much he loves you and how much he praises you body.

You’re happy that you finally got to feel these kind of feelings and that Simon isn’t leaving you. In fact, he is taking care of you right now. He cleans you up and cuddled with you while kissing your head.

You finally faced your insecurities and you’re happy you made that decision.

JOHN MACTAVISH

John and you have been together for 3 years now but you guys never had sex in those 3 years. Whenever you were about to get to this point, you would push him and every time you pushed him, you thought that he would be annoyed of you or yell at you. But he never did any of those. He in fact did the quite opposite. He always held you until you felt better and would always kiss your forehead. He would always tell you that he will wait for you until you feel comfortable enough to talk about your situation and why you feel like that.

And today was the day where you want to take it to another stage. You want to try to push your insecurity away and finally have sex with him. Not because you feel like you need to do it but because you want to do it. You want to feel good so you knock on his office door.

“Come in” his soft yet tired voice comes from the office and you enter the room. As soon as you enter the room he lets his pen fall and his whole attention is on you. That’s one thing you love the most about him. Whenever you were in the same room ad him, he would drop everything and would focus on you and only you. But sometimes you couldn’t help but think he was just doing it so you don’t see that he is slowly losing interest in you.

You make your way to his chair and sit on his lap. He immediately wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly while kissing your cheek.

“When are you finished” you asked him. Something inside of you hoped that he answers with I don’t know or maybe in like a few hours.

But instead he replied with, “I‘m already finished. Do you wanna do something?” which makes you a bit nervous. You can feel your heart beating faster than usual you start playing with your nails.

“I uh….” you start your sentence but you’re not sure if you want to finish it. You really want to have sex with him but a voice inside of your head keeps telling you that as soon as you reveal your body he will leave you or even worse, laugh at you.

“Yes baby, continue your sentence.” he carefully tells you and tried to comfort you. Your heart warms at his comfort. You turn to look at him and your eyes lock in with his blue eyes.

“Please be honest with me” your hands start shaking because you’re getting even more nervous. His eyebrows furrow and he notices your hands slightly shaking. “I‘m always honest with you, love.” his left hand rests on top of your shaking ones and you could physically feel your heart skip a beat.

“Would you ever leave me if I showed you my body?” you barley whisper and you’re not really sure if he even heard you. You closed your eyes, scared of his rejection. Suddenly you hear him let out a laugh and for a second your heart dropped.

“Are you joking?” he starts his sentence and you open your eyes, clearly confused. “Baby, you’re the most gorgeous looking woman in this whole world. Do you know how hard it is for me to not fight the boys because they keep joking about stealing you from me? I would rather die than leave you” he doesn’t give a chance to reply and instantly smashes his lips onto yours.

He tries to prove his point with the kiss and oh god he is definitely succeeding. His hands start resting on your waist and you let your hands wander up his chest.

After pulling away for oxygen you finally let that sentence slip out of your mouth.

“I want to have sex with you” he smiles at you and picks you up like you weigh nothing. “Whatever my princess wants“ he kisses you while moving you guys out of the office and to your shared bedroom. This time the kiss is filled with so much passion and desperation. He doesn’t give your mind a chance to let your insecurity win. It feels like he is blocking your thoughts. And for the first time you feel good about yourself. There is not a single thought about how you don’t look good or how he is gonna ditch you.

He gently lays you down on the bed and without breaking the kiss, he starts removing your cloths while you remove his. You only break from the kiss to remove your shirts and let it fall on the ground.

He stops kissing you and looks at your body. As you try to cover your chest he grabs your arms and lets them fall next to you. “Don’t ever cover yourself around me. You’re so beautiful” his voice is gentle and he starts kissing your body. The air in your throat starts to build up and you can feel yourself getting hot and the heat between your thighs starts building up.

“John” you moan his name and you’re shocked since you never moaned someones name. “Yes baby?” he teases you and he starts going down on his knees. His mouth over your clit he looks up at you. You look down at him and nod. And that’s he needed from you. As you feel his mouth collapse with your pussy, you fall back down.

For a second, you forget how to breathe. You’re starting to feel some things you couldn’t describe. “John” you moan his name again as you feel a knot building up in your lower stomach. John gets up and hovers over you. “I just came by just eating you out” he confesses which causes you to laugh. “It’s gonna hurt a bit but you’re gonna be okay” he warns you and you nod. As he pushes his cock inside if you, you couldn’t help but open your mouth and close your eyes at the feeling. The pain turned into pleasure and as you opened your eyes again and nodded, reassuring that you’re fine. You never felt this way with no one. It feels like this is your first time. But definitely better. There was not a single negative thought.

He slowly pushes in and out of you and the only sound you could hear is his whimpers and your moans. “So beautiful” he moans and kisses you while still fucking you. After a few moments he started being a bit faster but not too fast since he doesn’t want to hurt you. And you feel euphoric. The pleasure is way too good and your whole body feels better than ever.

“John, oh my god” you feel your orgasm building up. “Let it out baby” and after him saying that you let go of that feeling and create a mess under you.

“That was the first time I ever had an orgasm” you confess absolutely shocked and he lets out a cute laugh. “I‘m glad I was the one causing it, my beautiful woman”

John was the best in aftercare. He pushed your insecurities away and made sure you felt loved. He took a bath with you and even clothed you. And now you are laying in his arms, feeling happy and confident about yourself.

JOHN PRICE

John and you have been in a relationship for a while now. Even through he is gone a lot, he would still leave little notes and remind you that he loves you. Your insecurities always makes it hard for you to believe him. You keep thinking about how he doesn’t mean it. But why would he stay with you if he didn’t love you.

John was a good man. He was the best. He treats you right and gives you everything your ex couldn’t.

And right now you’re under him and you’re scared he is gonna judge your body as soon as your clothes are off of you. But as soon as he removes them you get the reaction you didn’t expect. Instead of him looking absolutely disgusted, he looks… pleased. “There really isn’t a part that isn’t beautiful. And you’re all mine” the last sentence comes out as a whisper. He kisses your body and your thighs but you’re still laying there, a bit confused. You didn’t expect this reaction from him. You feel a bit ashamed of yourself because why would you think that he would be disgusted of you. He gets on his knees and starts eating you out like a starving man. And oh boy… his tongue feels so good. You never felt this type of pleasure and you always thought that this feeling is unreal until now. You’re left with an open mouth and closed eyes trying to focus on now but it feels so good. All you could think about is what else he could do with not only his tongue but also his fingers and his cock.

After eating you out, which felt like hours, he hovers over you and starts sliding into you. You bite your lips and start to dig your fingers in his chest, leaving red marks.

“John“ you moan his name and all you could think about is how good he makes you feel. The feeling of pleasure feels unreal and this moment in general feels unreal. It’s too good to be true. His movements are gentle and shows you how much he loves you.

“You’re so beautiful. I can‘t believe you’re mine“ he whispers into your ear. You feel the orgasm building up.

“John” you moan his name and the feeling of release is getting closer. “It’s okay my baby. You can come“ and you do as he says. After creating a mess under you, you realize that john has come on your stomach which caused you to let out a laugh.

“Come here baby. Let me take care of you now“ and you allow him to do so. You don’t regret anything and for the first time, you feel loved.

KYLE GARRICK

You don’t get how Kyle was still staying with you even through you don’t really let him touch you in an intimate way. After a year and a half you thought he would leave you because he probably was getting inpatient but he never did which left you confused. He always came back to you and would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

And today is the day where you want to open up. You’re still scared that he might leave you as soon as he sees you and leave you like all your exes did but as soon as he sees your body… he hungrily starts kissing you and he asks you if he can fuck you.

To be honest you were confused at first. You didn’t expect him to react like this. Praising you like you‘re the queen and when you asked him if he is gonna leave you… he replied with:

“Leave you? Are you joking? I would rather die than leave you”

The kiss was messy and definitely sloppy which was making you feel butterflies and your pussy was getting soaked. He took his time but eventually he would push his cock inside of you and by just the feeling inside of you he came. Neither of you expect this to happen and that’s why you guys shared a laugh but he kept going. He kept pushing in and out of you and sooner of later you were feeling yourself getting hotter. You started breathing heavily at the feeling and Kyle noticed it.

His hands on your waist and the room was filled with your noises and the noise of your bodies. He was gentle and so caring, like he always is. You feel like you got teleported into another dimension because this feeling is everything but real.

“Kyle” you whined and he shushed you. “Okay baby. It’s okay. You can come” and you did. You let yourself release and then it hits you.

For the first time, you had an orgasm.

“So beautiful. My beautiful woman” he kissed you and held you close to him. He kept kissing you and play with your hair while looking at you with love written in his eyes. You physically felt his love and you’re so happy because of it.

You finally got what you deserve.

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hvman-scvm · 10 months ago

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Lazy mornings w John price <33

Waking up with his head on your chest, snoring soundly as you softly scratch his scalp 4 him. Mdkxmkssjsjs waking him up w a soft call of his name and he stirs a bit b4 pulling you closer and mumbling a small “mornin’, dove.”

He’s the perfect thing 2 have in your bed on winter mornings bcuz he’s just so fucking warm ???? He’s like a walking heater and you shld def use tht 2 your advantage

Also little spoon bcuz I say so. Sometimes he needs some loving and 2 let his guard down, okay ? :(

#I can’t imagine writing anything fucked w him #he’s just. soft #at least 2 me #he def uses all sorts of petnames #like dove #or or or or love pumpkin honey dearest etc etc #posting this after my last post is silly ngl #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #captain john price x male reader #john price x male reader #cod mw price #price x male reader #captain price #captain price x male reader #🥩.necro’s thoughts

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harveywritings92 · 2 years ago

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[PART 2 OF THIS]

[After R/n’s calamitous phone call attempt to Simon, she ran a good five blocks before she felt safe enough to breath and think of a plan.]

R/n, sitting on a curb: okay...okay, I really regret not going to the gym with Si now....Shit!

{She swallows hard and looks behind her, the people chasing her were probably a two blocks away that only gave her small window of time.}

R/n: Okay, R/n. You managed to get, ah... Some distance from the guys chasing you, that’s the first thing Simon you told to do...Now next would be to find a place to hide, too bad it’s too freaking sunny out to do so!

R/n: And I can’t hide in plain sight since they know what clothes I’m wearing...

{R/n looks around and recognizes what street she’s on, there was goodwill shop across the street from her, she quickly got up and ran inside; knowing the van was probably around the block.]

R/n: Okay...they’re finding me a bit fast for comfort...

(R/n thinks and looks at her purse/mini-backpack...Could there be a tracker in it? she didn’t dwell on it too long, R/n quickly grabbed some pants a large hoodie, a hat and neck gaiter. she quickly ditched her old clothes and bag; taking just her wallet with her. R/n practically threw the money at the confused clerk as she speed walked passed the checkout.]

Clerk: Wait! ma’am, your change!

R/n, not looking back: Keep it!

(R/n pulls the hood and neck gaiter up and walks out the back. she exits the alley in time to see the van pull up and two men rush into the good will. the y/ht(your height), woman knew they were not gonna be happy when they find R/n was long gone, and with that R/n calmly walked away towards a more populated area and hopefully she can get ahold of a phone so she can get through to Ghost this time!)

(Meanwhile)

[Ghost and the rest of the 1-4-1 arrived to his house, which was completely trashed, Ghost looked around his livingroom frowning under his mask as he found his wedding photo on the floor. it wasn’t some grand fancy event, just a small court house wedding with your parents/guardian and couple of your friends, Ghost stomach churned at the memory.

Despite him being the one who proposed in the first place, Simon had tried to talk R/n outta of it...He warned her, he warned her that if they went through with it; R/n would be a walking target, she wouldn’t have a normal life anymore and yet... She still said yes.)

Soap, as he looks at the photo over Ghost’s shoulder: Steamin’ Jesus, he wasn’t fookin wit’ me, he really is married!...(to Price.) Did ye know?

Price: I knew he had a wife. That’s about it, Ghost doesn’t really speak about his home life much.

[Then everyone looked around the house it was clear someone was looking for something...and judging how a good number of Ghost and R/n’s valuables were left out on the dining room table, they were probably coming back...or.

*The stairs creaked*

They never left...Everyone freezes as a young man in his late teens to early twenties dressed all in black comes walking down the stairs; talking loudly. He probably assumed the 1-4-1 were his buddies coming back for him and their loot.]

Robber, while holding R/n’s jewelry box: Jeez, you guys took yer sweet time how hard is it to catch a woma...*Sees the group of giant armed men staring at him.* ...aaan?

Ghost: Don’t you fucking move...

[the Robber throws the box at them and tries to bolt out the backdoor! He gets clotheslined by Gaz who was camping around the corner. Cut to the kid being tied to a chair as Ghost stands over him menacingly]

Ghost, cracking his knuckles: Now...Let’s get acquainted shall we?~

#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #cod mw ghost #afab reader #john price #cod mw price #john soap mactavish #cod mw soap #cod mw gaz #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #simon riley x reader

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2kiran · 1 year ago

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I read through your rules and i think my request should be fine but even so, please let me know if you don't wanna write it!

If you're still doing requests... can you write something for Price x male reader where Reader's a bit younger than him and he's never drank before ever. And he hides it to not seem like a loser or anything (lol) but when the team goes out drinking after a mission he gets served higher alcohol content bc they thought he'd be a heavy drinker?

No smut, just maybe hurt/comfort and fluff? Ignore this if you wouldn't like to <3

꒦⁺ DRUNK (NOT AGAIN) —— JOHN PRICE

modified 30.08.24 | HURT/COMFORT

content ˖ ࣪ ˖ affectionate price, male reader, may be read as platonic or romantic, reader is 2+ years younger, descriptions of injuries, mentioned violence, tf141 included, insecurity (love, towards r), drinking, tipsy reader, crying (r), kissing & hugging

The mission was successful. The medevac helicopter was arriving soon, allowing time for a small discussion. Only minutes prior, it was havoc, alerting all of you. The enemy had set a trap, causing a few fuck-ups on your side.

Soap clutched at his side with a cloth, “Aye cap, think we can go for some drinks ‘fter this?” He let out a pained grunt when he applied too much pressure.

Price sighed in response, opening a box in the deserted warehouse that had the necessary equipment for a few stitches. “As long as you don’t pass out right now.”

Gaz sent a wary glance at their way, dabbing a cotton that was soaked in antibiotic ointment on his slashes. Ghost, who stayed in his own corner, only had a few small cuts. Your own injuries were long forgotten as you registered their words.

The problem with their agreement was that you’ve never drank, not even one sip. Ever displaying a good image of yourself, you didn’t want to find out how you were when you’re drunk. Alcoholic beverages have never been one of your interests. Being aware of the fact that people who were younger than you spent their precious time clubbing and drinking away their problems without a care made it worse.

You didn’t want anyone to view you negatively for that, especially them. That included not telling a single soul and rejecting invitations to parties. You just didn’t want to be seen as a ‘kill joy’ when you tell them that you’ve never touched alcohol.

It also meant avoiding questions from drunkards and lying when they’re pestering you too much. The constant ‘what if’s of being just average ate away at your brain. You didn’t want your team to see you as a good-for-nothing loser that they could easily discard at any given time. Maybe if you left they—

“Hey.”

You didn’t respond.

“Hey.”

One, two, three, four seconds pass.

“Look at me.” You blinked.

Your vision refocused, blurry gaze dissipating. You had zoned out. Price stood in front of you, urging you to tilt your head to look up at him. The blinding lights hung on the ceiling, leaving prominent shadows across the room. The silhouette gracefully traced over his features.

The both of you were in the infirmary, all patched up and wounds cleaned. Left alone together, away from the others. “Sorry. You were saying?” You asked, embarrassed warmth spreading across your cheeks.

A ghost of a smile quirked from his cheeks, “Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse from exhaustion.

“Yeah, I’m good. Are you?” You slightly stumbled over your words as an ache from your side had you stilling. He nodded, eyes traveling over your form. His usual sharp eyes softened upon continuing his inspection of you as if you were made of extra fragile porcelain. The certain look in his eyes and how his attention lingers on you could be compared on how he stares at his precious hat for far too long.

“We’re going to a bar. You joining, love?” A tentative question, which makes you ponder on answering. You hum in agreement, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Maybe you should’ve rejected the offer like you always did.

The bar was dimly-lit, lights darting throughout the space, while slow, almost seductive music danced from the speakers. There were several people in the bar, including the bartenders. All harboring the same mysteriousness that you took for suspicion. It wasn’t quiet, booming laughter erupted from some, while the rest had their voice hushed in a whisper. Most of them were drunk, you noted.

“Finally.” Soap dramatically sighed, stretching his arms as he chooses a booth.

“It’s really been that long?” Gaz responded in a question to soap’s enthusiasm. Surprisingly, Ghost joined. He wasn’t going to drink for the sake of privacy, of course, the sergeants just managed to convince force him. The three sat close to each other while you and price were next to one another. It made you tingle in anticipation and fright.

A waiter approached, and they all responded with ‘something heavy’. You gulped nervously, telling the man the same thing.

Every minute that passed had you fidgeting, made you begin to bounce your leg up and down as you waited and waited and waited. You itched to tell them the truth, but you’ll only look like a coward. The others spoke about nonsense and such, while the captain’s attention was on you.

He was aware that something was wrong, but he couldn’t point his finger at what it could be. The impulsive side of his brain wanted to ask you directly, right here in front of the team. But he knew how closed off and irritable you could get in situations like these, so he rather keep his mouth shut.

The waiter arrived with your drinks on a tray, foam sizzling and a dented lemon on the rim of the glass. It whiffed of high worth, the house of the liquid appearing expensive itself. The stem was thinner than you originally thought it would be. It was appetizing, and you start to understand why people spend their time on drinking this. However, you’ve heard of people’s first times, most of them stating that it tasted bitter in the beginning.

The sergeants grabbed their drinks like starving animals, nearly spilling it on themselves. You examined their expression, their brows furrowed as they gulped down the first few sips before their face relaxed.

“Feeling drunk yet?” Soap questioned, gaze directed towards the captain. He began sipping away at his too, seemingly unbothered by all of the alcoholic content. He pulled away from his glass, “Could have this all day.”

“You gonna drink that?” His monotone voice suddenly placed its attention on you. Responding with a ‘right’ before gripping the glass, you copy the way they were holding it.

One taste couldn’t hurt, right?

Unknowingly, you did it a little too eagerly.

“Yeaaah! That’s the spirit.” Soap cheered on and Gaz let out a giggle at that. Ghost’s focus was on scanning the room for suspicious activity that could possibly harm all of you. Price thankfully wasn’t paying attention on you for once.

You could definitely get used to not having to tolerate him stupidly looking at you like you wronged him. They downed their drinks and you followed suit.

It was a rash decision, you soon learned, as your body began feeling warm. Even if it was the slightest of breathing, you could pick up on it. And is it just you or is the music a lot louder than before?

The reality crashed down on you, hitting you like a truck. You were always awfully attempting to please others, but you’ve never thought if that’s what you truly wanted. You feel like a loser. Drinking even though you knew you didn’t want to.

With you being painfully unaware in the state you were in, Price took notice in the change of behavior. Your eyes were watering and your lips were subtly trembling.

Everything felt too overwhelming, too loud, too bright. It was all too much for you. Barely mumbling a ‘I’m going to the restroom’ before you practically sprinted to the only place you could possibly find comfort. They didn’t seem to hear over their obnoxious argument about which weapon was superior and what sucked ass.

Price waited a few minutes, and then telling the group that he needed to use the toilet too. He noticed that you were stumbling in your footing, strange for someone who’s drank a lot more than this. You were only halfway through your drink before you seemed out of it. Maybe it was because of how long your missions lasted, making your tolerance become a little skimpy. It was even weirder to him how you left the door ajar.

Believing that you were alone, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your tears began streaming down your cheeks, lightly huffing in pained breaths. You despised this feeling.

Price carefully pushed the door open, exposing your vulnerability to your captain. Looking up at the mirror, you gasped. Quickly realizing your mistake in forgetting to lock the door, but it was too late.

“Love...” he began, eyes boring into yours in concern. Striding towards you, he hugged you from behind. A staring contest made from the mirror. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed, trying to wipe away your tears but failing as more spilled, “I-I can’t—I’ve, I’ve never drank before and I-I wanted to impress you all.” He stopped himself from immediately speaking about how you would be always perfect despite something so little as not drinking, letting you continue, “I d-didn’t tell you be-because,” a hiccup, “I tho-thought you’d see me as a good-for-nothin’.” Sobs wrecked through your being shamefully as you slurred your words.

“Love.” He said firmly as you opened your mouth to apologize, preventing the words from escaping you. “The team and I would never belittle you.” He kisses your cheek, rubbing your sides to soothe you with his thumbs. “Nothin’ wrong with it, okay? It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize.” Another kiss, using his knuckle to wipe away stray tears, “don’t ever be afraid to speak up ‘bout somethin’ like this.”

You hiccuped more, guilt searing within. He doesn’t stop talking yet.

“Stop feeling guilty about it. There’s no shame in that, others who think otherwise are just little shits. You’re better than them.” He kissed your jaw, ever showering you with affection in any way he was able to. He grabbed your hand, holding it to intertwine his fingers with yours. He tilted his head back up to kiss the trail of wetness on your cheek, hushing your weak sobs gently.

“Let’s go order some food, yeah? And we should get some water too to help the tipsiness. Just let me know if you want to try drinking again so I can help you through it. C’mon, love.” A smile spreads across his lips when your eyes light up in appreciation. He was happy that he had you as much as you were happy to have him.

If soulmates existed, he was yours.

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dtrghost · 1 year ago

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Being the cute rookie who is so eager to follow every order without talking back but only for her captain and price is immediately enamored, calls her into his office and it ends with her getting be over his desk till she can’t talk 😵‍💫 begging her captain to let her cum

awwwwwwww, what a cute reader. i'm sorry this took me so long i've just lacked motivation 🥲

The Captain's Girl

Captain John Price x f!reader

warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, blowjob, throat fucking, cervix kissing, rough fucking, daddy kink, rank kink, mentions of bodily fluids like spit etc, spanking, squirting, edging, a wee bit of our dear captain stalking and being possessive, praise kink, degrading kink, yeah.....

You were the new rookie on base, your giddy and smiley demeanor left many staring at you wide eyed as they often caught you giggling and teasing even the scariest of soldiers, including some people of Task Force 141. You had a way of brightening up the room, something Captain John Price noticed first when you came skipping into his office. You were, different.

You were cute, jumpy, obedient, and he found himself growing attached to you. On missions while yes he was protective over everyone, it became apparent there was more of a necessity to watch over you. When people brought it up, in the name of professionalism he denied it, but everyone knew you were the Captain's girl. He owned you, he craved you, and he showed you that almost every night when he had you screaming his name for everyone on base to hear. And because you were his, you'd be damn sure he'd make sure you were safe.

"Just need to check on my girl. Make sure she's alright."

He'd think to himself as he watched you from afar, hidden in the shadows as he watched your interactions with other soldiers on base, more specifically, other men. On this particular day, he found a sour taste lingering in his mouth as he watched you talk to Sergeant Mactavish, the way he rested his hand on your shoulder when he greeted you, the way you smiled up at him just as you smiled at your Captain. You, were, his.

"Sergeant L/N. With me." He called to you as he usually did, but far more demanding. You turned, seeing a certain glint in his eyes as he immediately followed, not even saying goodbye to your fellow coworker as you went. You rushed up to meet his stride as he walked the both of you to his office. You didn't dare say anything, noticing the look of anger and jealousy raging in his eyes.

His office door shut with a click of the lock and before you knew it, you were up against it, John towering over you. At first he didn't speak, simply staring down at you with a calm yet dangerous look, analyzing you, noting the unease in your eyes as he placed his big hands on your shoulders.

"You're always good for me aren't you sweetheart? Always a good girl for your captain." He started, looking at you expectingly with raised eyebrows. You nodded quickly, your eyes innocent and wide, fuck did that turn him on.

"Yes Captain, I've always been good for you." He hummed, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, stroking the smoothness of your skin.

"I know, alas, I couldn't help but notice the, nature of your relationship with Mactavish." Your eyes blew open, and before you could open your mouth to protest, his thumb was sinking down your throat, your response almost automatic as your tongue swirled over the roughness of his skin.

"Mmmm, good girl. But I think you need to be reminded of who's in charge here." His eyes were dark, unwavering, and you knew that no amount of begging could get you out of this, not like you want out anyway. His hand moved from your face to your head, gently pushing you down to sink to your knees in front of him. You breath left your lungs, unable to do anything, paralyzed by desire and submission.

"Take off my pants Sergeant." He commanded, raising a daring eyebrow at you. He watched you hastily get to work, fumbling with his belt as you quickly yanked them down to the floor, his length springing out and slapping onto your face.

"Now, I'm going to fuck your dirty little mouth with my fat cock, and you're going to take it. Open." His hand roughly tugs at your hair, tapping the tip of his cock on your desperate tongue before pushing into your mouth, forcing you to take all of him as your head made a small thud as it hit the wall. You relaxed your throat, looking up at him through your eyelashes, letting him see your pretty eyes as you throat fucked you.

"This is where you belong. On your knees, taking your captains cock in your mouth like a greedy slut. Isn't that right love? Isn't this what you were made for?" He watched you try to nod as he stuffed your throat with his shaft.

"Good girl, fuck, just like that, my filthy little girl." He groaned, running his hands through your hair as you bobbed your head forward and back, spit and pre cum dribbling down your mouth and onto your clothes. You were his, and you wanted to make him feel good, willing to do anything to hear his moans of ecstasy. You swallowed around him, your throat constricting as you watched his head fall back, his self control waning as took matters into his own hands.

"Fuck, such a good little girl. So so good for me love." You grabbed his thighs letting him guide your head in any way he wanted.

"Oh fuck, i'm not done with you yet." He pulled out, listening to you whine, only to receive a light smack to your cheek, pulling you up with both hands on your face.

"Be. Good." You knew better than to disobey, nodding quickly making him hum in satisfaction before taking a step back.

"Undress. Now. Don't wanna make your captain wait too long do we?" He watched you get to work, tossing your gear and clothes off to the side, discarding your undergarments and bra and leaving you fully naked and vulnerable for him. He almost groaned at the sight, at the marks he left from the last time he'd taken you, his body almost jumping at the idea of making more in the spots he missed.

"So beautiful, such a pretty thing aren't you?" He cooed, walking up to you and taking your face delicately in his hands.

"You know I love you right?" He asked lightly, his eyes soft for a brief moment.

"Yes captain."

"Good. Because I'm going to ruin you like I hate you." With that he turned you around and force you on his desk, your bare backside ready for him as spread your cheeks. "Mmmm, wet and ready for me like the whore you are sweetheart. All this for your captain? Ah you're just too good to me." You whimpered, shrieking as his hand came down on the fat of your ass harshly, a loud smack reverberating in the room. He groaned at the red handprint left on you, giving your other cheek the same treatment.

"I'll mark you, show you who you belong to. You won't cum until I tell you to, understood sergeant?" He commanded, groping your ass roughly with one hand as the other came to yank your head up by your hair, causing you to let out a pornographic moan.

"Yes captain. I won't cum until you say I can." You whined, pushing you backside closer to him, begging him to take you the way you wanted and needed him to. He chuckled lowly, twisting your hair in his hand to get a better grip before he roughly pushed into you, stretching you and listening to you whimper and cry at the lack of warning or care.

Then, he fucked you. He ravished you, he degraded you and praised you and destroyed you all at the same time. When you felt the coil in your stomach, your slutty pussy clenching around him with a vice grip, he'd rip himself out of you, edging you for what felt like hours.

"Seems like you like when I edge you love, you get tighter every. Single. Time." He thrusted harder with each word, groaning loudly at as you clamped down around his dick, whining and shaking your head, babbling pleads.

"No? You don't like it when I edge your pretty little hole? Feels like you do with how eager this cunt is, oh fuck yeah." He thrusted in and out of you relentlessly, whispering the filthiest words in your ear as the sound of his hips meeting your ass filled the room.

"Daddy please please please let me cum!" You cried out as his hips jerked back and forth, pounding into you as he leaned over, his body weight laying on your back. You shivered at the feeling of his beard tickling your ear.

"Daddy aye? I think I like that. Beg your daddy to let you cum like the filthy, needy slut you are. Beg me to let you cum around my fat cock." He yanked your head back by your hair, his chest feeling the sweat and warmth of your back against it as his pace remained unwavering. "Daddy please let me come! Let me come on your cock like the needy whore I am!" You cried, tears of frustration rushing down your cheeks. He hummed in delight, shushing you gently.

"Be a good girl and cum around daddy's cock." His hand slipped down, rubbing your swollen, abused clit, sending you flying over the edge almost immediately as you trembled and writhed. Your juices painted his pelvis and thighs, listening to him moan.

"Oh fuck. Didn't know you were a squirter love." You whined, pushing on his thigh for respite, but he didn't let up, his thrusts only speeding up along with the rolls of his finger on your clit.

"One more time for me love. Cum with me. Cum with daddy." He moaned, bending both of you further over the desk with his arm around your shoulders, fucking into you without mercy as he stimulated you just the way you needed. You cries echoed the room, incoherent babbles accompanying the tears of pleasure and overstimulation that fell down your cheeks. You soaked his cock again, this time your juices mixing with the load he shot into you, feeling him tremble against you as he buried his face in your neck to muffle his own noises.

"Such a good girl. You did so good, so good f'me love." He murmured in your ear, pressing gentle and soft kisses on your shoulders to bring you back from your cloud of euphoria.

"I'm gonna pull out alright?" You nodded, and you couldn't help the whimpers escaping you as his cock slipped out of your slowly.

"Shhhhhh, you're okay pretty girl. You're doing amazing." He cooed. He turned you around, hugging you to him, sighing in content at having you in every way, and knowing that even if it didn't seem like it, you owned him just as much as he did you.

"I'm yours, love. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Yes. Yes. Yes. and More yes. Thank you so much for this request and I'm sorry it took as long as it did, I'm finishing out my first semester in college!! If you wanna see anything send me in a request and I'll get it in as soon as I can!! Thank you so much for reading!!

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