#price x male reader smut

[killmeprettypleasee]

SHUT THE FUCK UP, BRAT

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

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

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

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

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

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

John harshly spoke out causing you to whimper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You cried softly,

"shut up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

[crossed-starbound]

❝ 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓼 ❞

141 X M!Reader

Main members of 141 x American M!Reader.

NSFW; Suggestive Interactions between 141 and M!

Reader, nudity segments, male on male intercourse.

Goofy ass Gaz and Soap in this Imao - will also be ongoing, maybe.)

Y - You

SR/Gh - Simon Riley/Ghost.

JM/S - John MacTavish/Soap.

JP/Cpt. P - John Price/Captain Price.

KG/Ga - Kyle Garrick/Gaz

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You sat on the couch, legs crossed over Price’s lap, both of you watching the TV as the other three go back and forth while doing their own things. You eventually got up and got dressed, meeting up with a dressed up Price at the front door with both of you giving the other guys sneaky grins. You and Price headed out to a restaurant, dining for a while and chatting about topics besides the military as you both enjoyed your time together. Once you both left, he took you into a nearby alley, feeling your body while he also softly put his lips to yours. His hands were moving around your body, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants as his right hand slipped into your soft and comfortable underwear, his hand wrapping around your slowly erecting penis while his other hand unbuttoned your shirt and he took to a nipple of yours after separating his lips from yours. He turned you around, playing with your nipple he isn’t sucking or gently biting on with his hand, his other hand pushing your underwear down as he begins to masturbate your cock. He let go of your cock and undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, him slamming his erect and hard penis into you before he began to masturbate your cock again. He moved back and forth in your rectum evenly and consistently as he now started to kiss, bite, lick, and move his teeth against your neck while his hands still messed with your penis and nipples. His cock kept being slammed into you, from head to hilt at an incredible speed before he slammed into you one last time, hitting your prostate as goes fully into your rectum, sperm rushing out and getting spread around in your ass. You then release your sperm, shooting it out with a few hitting your own chest, most hitting the brick wall, and some of it just running down onto Price’s hand. Price moved, licking your cum off his hand and off your chest, swallowing it before kissing you on the lips, soon taking you back to the house.

Once you were back with Price, Gaz and Soap helped you onto the couch since you very much drained from getting fucked heavily by Price, who went to his room which seemed more like a damn study, with Soap and Gaz helping you with your needs before Gaz ended up leaving so you and soap were left alone with one another, the mischievous prick took the opportunity and fiddled around with your clothes, getting you left in just your underwear as he straddled your lower half and fondled your pecs, playing with your nipples in the process. He wasn’t giving you ample time to actually recover after you and Price having sex, maybe it was because he was jealous Price got to fuck you first before deployment instead of him, but who knows, all that matters is the right now, and in the right now, Soap is jackhammering his penis in you after pulling your underwear down by using his waist to cause friction and tug it down far enough for him to comfortably start fucking Price’s sperm out of you. He knew you were spent but didn’t care, he just wanted you full of his liquid lust since he wanted no one else in you, even the one commanding him, Price. He kept a steady pace while jackhammering himself into you, and once he reached his climax, he let a steady stream of spunk flow into you, enough so that it started seeping from your anus and getting Price’s sperm out of you in the process.

You and Simon sat there on your bed, him cuddling you as he actually helps you rest since Soap and Price did what they want to your body. He kissed you all over from the forehead to all the way down to the waist before going back up to around the neck and face. Simon having his hips straddle you as he kissed your neck repeatedly, his left hand rubbing your back, fingers going back and forth in the natural divot of your torso. His right hand running through and messing with your hair on your head as he just gives you nonsexual affection, a smile on his face before he gives you a kiss on the cheek. After a while you began moaning as he started running his teeth down your skin and gently moved his fingers down your body, his fingernails leaving little white but quickly fading lines before they are dug into the skin of your ass after his hands slid into your pants. He moved his hands and undid your pants and pulled your underwear down, and did the same to himself, having his cock and yours out as he begins rubbing his and yours together, frotting. He put his lips to yours as he moved his hand up and down on his and your moving back and forth cocks, you and him making out in the process with your hands gripping his ass in response with that smug look in your eyes because of ghost now bucking his hips as he frots you and himself with a bit of red on his face. At this point, Ghost laid on the bed with his backside to you, your cock going in him as you begin kissing his body, fucking him slowly and full of affection. You kissed his back as your hand moved up and down on his throbbing penis with your other hand fondle his balls, gently squeezing and playing with them making Ghost moan out as he slowly starts just becoming a moaning mess from you messing around with his body and seeing what will turn him on even more. Once he moaned out again, you then began thrusting and slamming into him after going slow for a while, you slamming into him with your erection making him moan loudly with him bucking his hips to push your cock into him further, after one more exhilarating slam into Ghost you moaned out, releasing your sperm into him as his spewed out onto the sheets and ran down onto your hand, your hand moving up and down his erection, keeping it stiff and throbbing in a painful way, getting all of him out through his cock before falling asleep after adjusting yourselves to sleep more comfortably with one another.

Gaz was on the couch as you walked through after having a good sleep, you resting most of your body on the couch with your legs and feet dangling over the arm of the couch and your head is resting on his lap. You fiddled with his pants strings, unable to go back to sleep which your surprised that you even slept that long considering the guy you fucked had been laying on top of you and you still somehow managed to get up. You and Gaz watched the TV, Gaz scrolling through channels with you sighing at how many military movies are currently being shown but you deal with it, sneaking your right hand into Gaz’s shirt making him squirm at very cold flesh touching warm flesh from under a piece of cloth. You then move and begin kissing Gaz’s chest, slowly moving down until you get to the bulge of his pants, your hands undoing his pants with your lips immediately kissing the reactive bulge of Gaz’s underwear with his hand soon on the back of your head. You then pull his underwear down, kissing and licking his cock until it’s eventually fully erect, but you don’t let him climax as you put your lips to his. You wanted to savor his penis and he begrudgingly allowed you to, but when you began to frot him before shoving him in you, he went wild. He began spanking your ass, running his teeth along your body, and bucking himself into you, trying to get his cock further in you while you kept moving up to keep him from fully being in you which just makes him a whining mess. You kissed him along his neck, face, and anywhere you could easily reach with your lips without crouching or lowering. Once you got him whining heavily for the lust of your asshole, you slammed down on him, making him shake and having him grip your asscheeks, his hands roughly gripping your ass as he begins to slam his penis back and forth in you while his balls slap against your ass. Gaz was just a moaning and whining mess as he fucked you while his and your lips were repeatedly touching and not touching as you both made out. He let out a loud moaning whine after a while of fucking as he orgasmed, his “cream” filling you up as you made out with him after his climax.

It had been a few days after all that and you were laying on the couch, Soap slamming his penis back and forth in you as you fuck Gaz, your hands gripping and squeezing his asscheeks while also making out with him, your tongue in his mouth as presses himself hard against your body, the friction between the two of you being rough but it is increasing his and your sensual desires for one another. Ghost and Price giving each other handjobs as they watch the three of you “get down and dirty”. The two eventually giving in once they felt like they were close enough, in their opinion, to climaxing. Price filling up Gaz harshly, leaving barely enough room within Gaz’s asshole for movement between the two penises now in him. Ghost and Soap being a moaning mess as Ghost roughly and dominantly fucks Soap, having Soap press into Price’s hairy, but not exactly too hairy, back. You got flipped over, being on top of Gaz and Price now as Soap begins to kiss your back, dragging his teeth slowly and gently as he wasn’t trying to cause any damages to your skin, your skin had goosebumps on it as he drug his teeth against your skin. He while doing all that, even inserted his right hand’s middle finger and ring finger into your ass as he fucked you, opening you up more before he released his spunk into you. Price moaned loudly as he, to your own interpretation, was shooting his sperm into Gaz. Soap moaned out he has his ass spanked roughly, and while his mouth was open, Ghost took the opportunity and shoved his index and middle fingers into Soap’s mouth, getting the mohawk haired male to moan out sounds around the fingers while sucking on them. Ghost took another opportunity but it was with you this time, his thumb harshly pushing against your lower back, near your ass, making Soap’s back and forth slamming into you that he is still doing along with his two fingers up your rectum even more invigorating, you biting down on Gaz’s shoulder but not hard enough to make him bleed as you convulse and begin ejaculating your sperm into Gaz, your cock rubbing against Prices making you just that more lustful as you continued to release your essence into Gaz. Ghost eventually did one last slam into Soap, groping Soap’s ballsack and gently biting Soap’s neck as he finally came, licking Soap’s neck as he continued releasing himself into Soap from the walls of Soap’s anus squeezing his cock, wanting all of him in his asshole. After a while, all of you were laying on the couch, overlapping with one another’s naked bodies, you eventually getting up and heading to your room and getting yourself ready and dressed up in your gear and stuff. You hopped out the window and paged into your Walkie Talkie, being sure to be loud enough for the other person to hear you but not loud enough for the gang inside the house to hear you. A smile on your unmasked face, and your cock throbbing a little at the thought of having sex with the gang when you’re back from duty or when you finally retire.

[spicyspiders]

and i can't get enough

John Price x male reader smut. I think his mustache is a little silly looking, but it still does things to me. I definitely want to give a warning for this one for dubious consent and abuse of authority. Price isn't very nice in this.

“You wanted to see me, commander?” You asked after stepping into the room, your heart already in your throat. 

Your recent performance on the task force hasn’t been the greatest, you know that. So when your commander asked to see you for a private meeting, you knew it couldn’t be good. 

“Have a seat,” was the first thing Price said, not even turning to face you. 

It’s funny. Price chose to meet in the common area on the base instead of the briefing room. Knowing this, you should’ve felt more comfortable being able to sit on the couch, but you only felt tense and stiff. 

Turning around, you could see that he held your file in his hands. Before speaking, he closed it, “I’ve spoken with commander Laswell. We’re thinking of transferring you,” he stood at a distance away, far enough that he could look down upon you. 

You didn’t know what to say. After a few minutes of staring down at your own feet trying to muster the words, Price spoke again. 

“Not unless you can prove otherwise,” there was a hint of something in his voice. Something you couldn’t pinpoint. 

You took your eyes away from the ground and looked up at Price, “I will, commander, I’ll prove it to you both,” you ended with a smile, trying to make yourself feel better. 

“Get on your knees,” Price said. 

Your smile dropped. You watched as he turned back around to toss your folder onto one of the tables in the room. When the man turned back around and saw that you still sat on the couch, he raised a brow.

“You want this, don’t you? You want to stay?” He asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. 

“Yes, commander,” you responded, jerking your head in a slight nod. 

“Then you need to act like it,” he said coldly, “get on your knees,” he said. There was an edge of anger to his voice, like he was angry that he even needed to repeat himself. 

You fell to your knees in front of him, once again looking to the ground. You didn’t look up, even when you could hear his boots on the floor. 

“You know, that’s one of the good things about you: you’re always so eager to follow command,” Price said. 

He lifted your chin in a tight grip. You wanted to wince and pull away, but you sat there, rooted in place. 

“I could give any command I want and you would follow it, couldn’t I?” He asked. 

“Yes sir,” you responded, trying to keep your voice from wavering. 

At your words, Price relaxed his grip and rubbed over the spot he just was holding. It was a stark contrast. One that left you confused about what the hot feeling in your gut was. 

“Such a good lad,” he murmured. “Your firearm skills are shit, let’s see if you’re better at sucking cock.”

When you looked up at him with a wide-eyed expression, he barked out a laugh. 

“Don’t look so dumbstruck! I bet your pretty mouth is up to the task,” he said when done laughing. 

You hated the way your cock twitched at his words. Speaking of, when you pulled your eyes away from his face and looked down, you could see Price's cock twitch in his pants. 

The bulge in his pants looked big, and it only grew bigger as you lifted your shaky hands to open his pants and draw him out. Before pulling down his underwear, you ran your tongue over the bulge. 

Surprised at the action, Price let out a gasp, “look at you, surprising me already. You’re already off to a good start,” he placed a hand on your neck before moving it into your hair, “you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” He asked. 

With the tight grip on your hair, you nodded as best as you could. 

A smug smile lit up Price’s face, “so you know not to use any teeth?”

Another tight nod and his smile turned into a toothy grin. 

Price tugged his underwear and pants down enough to let his cock hang between his spread legs. He eased his grip on your hair, but moved his hand back down to cup the back of your neck.

Thankfully, Price let you set the pace. It didn’t take long for his cock to grow fully hard on your tongue, even will your slow pace. 

Price’s hand was lax on the back of your neck until he grew fully hard. Specifically, it was when you drew back until only the head was in your mouth and snuck your tongue under the foreskin of his cock. 

The feel of your tongue swirling around the sensitive glands of the head of his cock made Price let out a hiss of pleasure. He tightened the grip he had on your neck, and a part of you was worried. Worried that he would force your head down, but after a moment, his grip loosened again. 

When Price rubbed at the back of your neck soothingly, like he was trying to apologize, your cock gave another twitch. 

Price’s cock was fat and heavy on your tongue when you took it deeper. When you tried to take it deep enough that your gag reflex triggered, you could taste the salty flavor of his precome on your tongue.  

You couldn’t tell if you were disappointed when he pulled his cock from your mouth, or eager to know what was next, “tongue out,” he commanded when his cock was free. 

Through pants, you opened your mouth. When you stuck your pink tongue out, Price slapped his cock against it. When he fed his cock back into your open mouth, your face was wet with the speckles of spit that flew from your tongue. 

You managed to take Price’s cock in deeper this time. Deep enough to get a hint of musk from the thatch of hair that surrounded his cock. It was intoxicating, and the hint of it was almost teasing. One that left you wanting for more. 

When you pulled off his cock of your own volition, Price watched above with dark eyes. You watched him, wanting to see his reaction when you went lower to tongue at his balls. They hung heavy below his cock, and when you sucked one into your mouth, Price’s head fell back and he let out a groan. 

Moving to the second had a similar reaction from Price, but when you were done, he pulled you back. 

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded in a rough voice, “get on the couch and face the doorway.”

It took longer than normal to pull your clothes off with your nervous hands. You were surprised Price didn’t help, but from the sounds of it behind you, he was back there taking his own clothes off. 

It felt awkward, getting onto the couch to sit in the opposite position, but you made it work. This meant to sit comfortably, you needed to spread your legs. You couldn’t see what Price saw, but when you heard his last piece of clothing hit the floor, he let out a whistle a second later. 

“I should take a picture,” he said in a low voice. Then his hands were on you. They started at your shoulders, his rough hands digging into the skin in some sort of crude massage, “you’re tense,” he observed, “don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me,” he said in a humorous tone. 

You buried your face into your arms but kept a close eye on the doorway. The rest of the guys were off base, and you had no idea when they would return. You weren’t sure whether to find the fact that they could walk in on you at any moment exciting or terrifying. 

You could feel the hot puff of his breath on your skin before he spoke, “relax,” he whispered into your ear. 

He eased up on your shoulders, instead moving his hands down your back slowly. His lips followed the path his hands made, kissing down your back until you could hear him shift behind you. 

The next thing you felt were his hands on your ass. When he kneeded the flesh of each ass cheek in his palm, you pressed your forhead into the cushion of the couch. 

“Easy, lad,” Price spoke softly, like you were a wounded animal. His hands moved from your ass up to your hips so he could manuver you around. 

He placed you up on your knees, and felt as if you were practically bent over the front of the couch. It meant he had perfect access to your ass, which he used to his advantage. 

Price spread your ass cheeks open before giving a firm lick to your hole. At the first touch of the wet, warm appendage, you let out a cry and your hips drove forward. The friction of the couch cushion onto your cock sent a shock through you. 

Price let out a dark chuckle and followed the short distance your ass had moved, “are you trying to run away from me?” He asked. He bit at one of your ass cheeks before running his tongue over it soothingly. 

You had no where to go when he pulled your cheeks apart again and licked over your hole. He licked with broad strokes before stabbing his tongue forward, spearing it inside. 

The pleasure from his tongue made it easy to ignore the way your thighs were already aching from holding yourself up. Price, however, could see the way the shook and took on your weight. He moved his hands to wrap them around your hips and pull you back onto his face, his tongue now fucking in and out of your hole. 

When Price pulled his tongue free, you couldn’t help the noise you let out in protest. He let out another chuckle at the noise before he spit directly onto your wet hole. As the spit quickly began to dribble down your crack, Price stopped it with one of his fingers and dragged it back up so he could push it inside. 

As he pushed on of his thick fingers inside, he traced around the digit with his tongue. He gave you little time to adjust, instead pulling his finger almost all the way out right when it had just been fully inside, only to thrust it back in. 

“Greedy little hole is swallowing me up,” Price said, his voice filled with amazement. It wasn’t until the burn of two fingers that he was able to find your prostate, “there we go,” he murmured when you let out a loud moan. 

You were nearly fully hard, no doubt dripping precome onto the cushion below your cock. You knew that three would be too much with just spit to lube the way, but Price had the same thought in mind. 

With his two fingers gone, it was accompanied by the rustling sound of fabric. You could hear Price let out a small noise of triumph before he was back. This time, three fingers were pressed to your hole, wet with lube. 

You wondered if three fingers would be enough while he got you ready, but you only had little time to ponder. Your stomach filled with nervousness when his fingers were replaced by the head of his cock. 

His cock pressed inside slowly, Price giving you enough time to get used to the girth. By the time he bottomed out, you felt full. 

Price pulled you close. One hand around your hip, the other higher up, so he could cup your stomach where it felt like his cock was. You could feel his full, heavy balls against your ass, begging for release to fill you up. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty neck. It would be so easy to just crane your neck so his lips would instead press to yours. You wanted to feel his stupid mustache while his tongue was in your mouth so you could taste what he tasted of you. 

The thought made you moan. Or maybe it was because when Price shifted his hips, his cock grazed your prostate. At the sound you let out, he took that as his cue to pull out. 

Price pulled out nearly as slowly as he thrusted in, until the head of his cock was nearly out. You let out a punched out noise when he thrusted back inside. 

Price fucked like he fought: full of command and determination. 

He moved the hand on your stomach down to your other hip so he could grip them tightly. Using you like you were his little fuck toy. 

It was rough and bruising, but your body eagerly responded. You pressed your ass back into his hips, the sound of skin-on-skin echoing loudly throughout the room. 

If it turned out that the rest of the task force was still on base, there was no doubt that they wouldn’t be able to tell what you were doing. 

Alongside the sound, you let out a mix of grunts and groans and Price accompanied those with noises of his own. Noises that were almost animalistic filled your ears and lit up your brain as pleasure shot through the rest of your body.  

You didn’t notice you were on edge until one of Price’s hands moved to wrap around your cock. Once he did, it was like all of your pleasure was centered around your cock. The feeling sat heavy in your stomach. 

Through Price’s noises, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “can I taste your hole after I come? See what it tastes like dripping my come?” He asked with a flick of his wrist. 

It only took a few tugs of his hand around your cock to come messily over Price’s fist. 

“So tight,” Price grunted out. He came after that with a long, drawn out groan. You couldn’t help but clench on his cock at his words. It was almost too much, the feeling of his cock throbbing as he came in spurts inside of you. Price didn’t let you move though as he held you close as his orgasm washed over him. 

Price, being a man of his words, pulled out as he was going soft and quickly moved down to your hole. He ran his tongue over your puffy, sensitive hole, and held you steady with his hands on your hips as he licked his come out. 

You let out a loud, high pitched moan when he placed his lips around it to get his tongue deeper. He didn’t pull back until he was satisfied with his work, and you were left shaking from overstimulation. 

He moved back up your body and with a hand in your sweaty hair, he pulled your head back to press his lips to yours. You couldn’t even say if it was a kiss, more so a wet and messy tangle of lips and tongue. 

The only thing you could taste when his tongue forced its way inside your mouth was Price’s salty come. You moaned around Price’s tongue, trying to savor as much of the taste as you could. 

When the kiss was over, you both were panting heavily, “you’ve got a mess to clean,” Price said, flicking his eyes down in the direction of your cock. 

You watched silently as Price got dressed. Before he left the room, he grabbed your file that he had tossed away, “clean that up before the others come back and see what a mess you are,” he said, eyeing you up and down slowly. 

“Yes sir,” you responded in a rough voice. 

Price leaned in close, setting each arm on either side of your body to box you in, “unless you want them to catch you? He whispered, “I’m sure they would enjoy watching me fuck you again,” he drew close, close enough that his breath puffed against your lips, “maybe I’d even let them have a taste of your slutty mouth or hole,” he ended by pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

[starboye]

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

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

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

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

[thegnomelord]

Lads listen

Daddy sub Price

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just. . . Just Daddy Sub Price

[2kiran]

Hi‼️ lurker here‼��� just wanna say that your works are awesome‼️‼️ and that your dash always looks so cool and pretty every time I come around to check up on you‼️ your works are so good and you’re such a talented writer‼️

also… can I…can I ask for a tired reader being surrounded by a very demanding and needy 141? Like I’m not all that creative like the other anons but like I just really like the reader satisfying the 141s in any way his tired form can‼️ whether it’s by letting them ride his dick until they’re satisfied or having them being cock warmed as reader falls asleep‼️

sorry for this‼️ just thoughts and brain worms are weird rn and I thought that you would carry these out well… back to lurking now‼️

p.s. the ‼️ are just here to show excitement not to be scary or anything I’m sorry

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: bottom 141, top male reader, consensual somnophilia, cowgirl position, cockwarming, fingering, dividers

The weight of the missions and daily tasks being distributed made your limbs slack, eyes droopy, body boneless and desperate to pass out for even a week. You’re dozing off the second you sit down or rest against a wall, jerking awake when shaken by your mate. It isn’t your fault that you’re hardworking when needed, and everything was becoming a necessity to put your full attention on.

You need a break.

On the other hand, your team doesn’t seem to agree.

They’re clingy, more than usual. When you’re in a room with them, it seems as though their presence is the only thing that matters. Unabashedly acting like animals in heat, they’d sometimes even gently rut against your thigh.

Their excuse? You’ve been neglecting them, rarely glancing or facing towards their direction. Sometimes, you’d fail to acknowledge them in passing which evidently piles up their frustration and need to turn the source into the outlet.

And you’ll let them. They know you will.

Soap is the first one to snap. The man’s too needy for his own good. He can’t stop thinking about you, your hands wandering along his body, allowing him to take a sniff of pleasure before you’re shoving him away. But now? Now you’re doing it unintentionally.

He’s concerned, knowing damn well that he shouldn’t bother you. And yet, he can’t keep it within his pants. You’ll be good for him, right?

“Shit, tha’s it, love...” Soap groans, face contorting with blissful relief. He rolls his hips, desperate to feel every inch of your cock - the one that had him dreaming about it, waking up with his boxers damp, and hole twitching from being so empty - “Y’can get some shut-eye, ‘s alrigh’.”

You’re hanging onto your consciousness by a mere thread, the promise of slumber darkening the edges of your view while simultaneously heightening the sensation of slick, twitching warmth wrapped around your length. Small moans left him, thick brows knitted together in concentration.

Soap cannot remain still for the life of him. He sinks further down, enveloping you in his tight heat and squeezes you with it. His jaw hung open, mouth agape, and his thighs are quivering in a poor attempt not to fuck back against your cock with his desperate hole.

-

The second is Price. He may be a responsible and patient captain, but he’s still a man with lustful requirements. He needs to let off stream, you know?

“Hhang... that’s a good man.” He ruts his hips against yours, the plushy thickness of his scarred thighs rippling with each bounce. If you’re comfortable with it, he’ll take a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke slip through his teeth as a breathy moan rasps from his throat.

God, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the feel of you. Your tip meeting the spot that has him high with squelchy smacks, the scratchy stubble spread on his chin making the firm muscle of your shoulder raw whenever he angled himself forward to make you pound into him deeper.

Such a good soldier, you are. “Stay still, m‘fuckin’ close.” He huffs. Your cock twitches in response, and his lips curves in a self-satisfied grin. It has him riding you harder, rim taut, his pace fast and it makes the both of you dependent on chasing that point.

The Captain isn’t afraid to milk you for all you’re worth, either. It’s your own fault for making him needy. – “C’mon, you’ve got more in you, don’t you?”

-

Gaz is the next one. He heard your ‘interaction’ with the other men, smelled how Soap and Price practically reeked of well-deserved sex. It has arousal pool in his lower belly, dick twitching to life at the possibility of finally being satiated by you.

He’ll praise you for it; “Good boy, letting me use you like this.”, “Th-thank you, my love. Fuckin’ me so well.” and “Shh, I know. Go rest. I’ll just suck your pretty dick off, yeah?”

You think he’ll prep himself because you’re melting into the sheets to nap? No, you’re terribly wrong. He’d grip your wrist firmly, lubing your fingers up, and gently make them breach his tight hole. He gasps, immediately clenching from how intense it felt.

Gaz smiles fondly at how you seem to battle sleep, nodding mindlessly. When you do succumb to the urge, he’s biting his lip to contain his pathetic noises. You look so peaceful, and here he is fucking himself on your fingers. He’s holding onto your forearm, guiding you back and out. The murmurs of slick ringing through the room as he throws his head back.

“Fuckkk...” He’d mutter, fisting his own cock with rough jerks. Leaning down, he peppers kisses all across your jaw. He’s unbelievably turned on, rocking his hips to take in your digits completely. He’s getting desperate, but he will wait for you to wake up before he shoves your cock down his throat.

-

Ghost corners you. Sure, he’s got better self-control than the rest of the men. But hey, he’s still a human with very human needs.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve got a broader and hulking figure or a shorter stature, he’s guiding you with his frame until your knees hit the edge of a bed or a threadbare seat and your aching back is laying down. His mouth twitching in a mock snarl to have you submit. All with your consent, of course.

One of his favorite things to do to tease you? He loves to keep on asking you “This okay, luv?” and “Hmm? Y’want me to touch ya here?” until you’re begging him to finally fuck himself on your leaky dick that he’s been either playing with his roughened digits or warming with his inviting heat the entire time.

Rides you so slowly, hips rocking ever so slightly, and his soft walls pulse as they give way to your length. And it’s all to keep you awake, tightening up when you’re about to fall asleep on him. He wants you to be completely aware when he’s in the heights of arousal and he has you balls deep inside of him.

“Wake up, swee’art. Fuck– eyes on me, yeah, there we go.” / “Oh, you like tha’? Uh-huh? Good boy, you do.”

–

Or you have Price behind you, one of his arms slung around your waist as he thumbs at your slit until it’s coated in your pre. Soap’s tugging at your shaft, his fist enclosed and tight, consistent and oh so whiny like you’re inside of him. “Ye can fuck me harder, (rank), jus’ like this.”

Gaz on his knees, his tongue flicking at your sensitive veins. They’ll be toying with your cock as you lean back against the captain, letting sleep overtake you until you feel someone familiar climb into your lap. The other men supporting Ghost’s weight as he takes your dick in his skull-gloved hand, guiding the head to meet his rim and he sinks down with a low groan.

[libingan]

soft price moments??? soft price moments!!!!

price who is so gentle towards you only!!! he doesn’t even try to hide it, he likes to show off how you get special treatment from him :)))

price who speaks to you with such a soft tone, always ensuring his words are soft and calm. even when you’ve managed to upset him, he never raises his voice or allows anger to seep into his words.

price treats you as if you’re made of glass, always hovering nearby and tending to your every need with meticulous care. he refuses to let you lift a single finger, insisting on doing all the work himself.

okay, maybe he’ll let you help out, but only with the lighter work! anything else, he’ll insist on doing on his own!

naturally, price’s gentleness towards you extends into your bedroom activities :)))

price fucks you so slow, yet so deep, thick cock filling you up to the brim while his hands begin tenderly caressing your body, whispering sweet words of love and praise into your ear…

“takin’ me so well, love… so good for me, yeah? god, you feel so amazing… that’s it, sweet thing, tighten up around me…”

even when you beg and plead him to go faster, try to convince him that you can take it, he won’t ever budge! he’ll click his tongue, gently grabbing your face to lean down and silence your pleas with a passionate kiss.

he would never ever think of hurting you! even if it’s all consensual, even if it’s something you enjoy :((( he just cant, his heart cant take it :(((

price reserves his rugged and formidable demeanor for the battlefield, never bringing that facade into your home. In his eyes, you are the epitome of purity and the most cherished presence in his life. the mere thought of accidentally tainting you is something he cant bear.

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[miguel-owhora]

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

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

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

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

[poetslastdeath]

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

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

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

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

[youronlydarlin]

warning: Mean old man Price giving you backshots :(, he also smokes but its barely mentioned

Thinkin' bout Captain John Price smoking while giving you backshots.

The atmosphere is heavy, and the room reeks off smoke, n' sex. The pull of his hips are slow, but his thrusts back in are heavy.

It's how he is when he's stressed :( and what better way than to use your soft, pliable body to take away some of that tension away, right?

So he holds you down and forces you to take his fat cock. You can't do anything but take him inch, by painful inch. Jus' crying into the pillows ,and fisting the sheets. S' all you can do cause he's been going at it for an hour now. But also because the ashes from his cigar land on your back. It stings and you can't help the pathetic mewl that escapes your lips because of it. He doesn't even give you the chance to catch your breath, s'pecially with the way his dick stretches you out and leaves an imprint in your tummy, making you feel impossibly full while his shaft sits snugly inside your hole. Price sees and he can't help but lick his lips at the seemingly perfect fit.

Captain John Price, who also loves slapping your ass. Mesmerized by the way it bounces against his thighs when he speeds up the drilling of his hips.

He likes to keep one of his large palms planted on the small of your back. Keeping you pinned, and preventing you from squirming away. N' if he's feeling extra mean he'll massage the sides of your hole with the pad of his thumb, maybe even pushing the tip of it inside just to tease you :(

a/n: THIS TOOK A LOT OUTTA ME. Dunno why but this thought just didn't want to be written about, took me multiple laps around the room before I was able to come up with words to put. Why is english so hard? 😞 But I hope you'll enjoy this far more than I have lovies! Remember to drink water!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[killmeprettypleasee]

Price x Ftm!lieutenant!Reader general dating hcs pls and tyy

Dating headcanons W/ John Price.

Warning: SFW AND NSFW mentioned, clingy price, mentions of killing someone, slightly possessive Price, switch Price and switch reader.

SFW

Before you and Price started dating, the two of you are already close friends, you two joined the military together and trained together back then before you guys are in your current ranks.

He is very sweet to you and supports you being a trans person.

He found out you were trans waaaayyyy back then, and the way he reacts was kinda random..

"Wait.. so your one of those transformers robots????" He looked at you dumbfounded as he scanned the surgery scars on your chest.

He was very confused.. but still supports you!

When someone was being toxic to you he WILL and not hesitate to unalive them.

He loves you too much see😭

He'll give them the coldest death stared making their bones quiver in fear.

He will cuddle you, and be hella clingy.

Imagine.

You both at the halls of the base and he's just hugging you, not caring if anyone is watching.

He would call you to his office to just hold you and have you sit on his lap.

Hell, every once i a while he'll make you skip training just to have you there with him..

He will never let you out of his sight.

NEVER.

You're his sunshine afterall, his Marshmellow to the hot cocoa, his sauce to the spaghetti, his peach to the eggplant (okay thats just weird..)

When you're both at home, he wouldn't let you go out to buy groceries and insisted that he should be the one buying.

He's just scared because he overthinks that someone will kidnap you.

He doesn't even care if you know self-defense 💀

When both of you go out on a date he'll take you out to the beautiful restaurants ever, but he rather keep it simply

He'll even buy you beautiful clothes to match your date.

One time both of you went to a Chinese sea food restaurant that serves raw and fresh sea food.

He bought himself those tentacles cus he wanna try them out.

End up sticking to his face.

Both of you gotta go to the doctor cus the tentacles suction wont let go.

He was traumatized and both of you never went to those fresh sea food restaurant.

NSFW

After ever date there should a spicy intimate time with him.

He would bend you over when you both in your car or at your house.

Just somewhere private where both of you could fuck.

He loves dominating you, but sometimes he also likes it when you're the one dominating him

He likes it when you overstimulate him till he's a whining mess when you're taking the lead.

You just loos so sexy ontop him while riding his cock while calling him a good boy.

It makes his cock twitch when you do that.

And the way you moan just sends him over the edge.

But when he's the one in control he would bend you over doggy style and hit your prostate head on with his tip.

He absolutely loves when you moan out his name.

Its just so cute.

He likes raw sex.

He wanna make sure to mark your insides aswell your body to show who you belong.

He loves it when your cunt squeezed his cock.

He'll call you a good boy for that.

When both of you are more on the romantic side he'll be gentle and loving with you.

He'll caressed your body and worship you.

He loves touching your scars btw.

He thinks its fascinating.

"God baby.. you're so damn beautiful.. such a handsome boy eh?.." He softly praised against your ear as he touched your scars.

He grunted when your cunt tightened around him.

"You're getting so tight around me baby boy.. such a good boy huh?"

Yeh...

He sometimes think about having a child with you sometimes.

This man has an extreme breeding kink...

Sometimes he'll rub your lower belly while he's fucking you cunt, whispering praises while he day dream of getting you pregnant.

He's glad you have a cunt ngl.

He could just impregnate you anytime..

But you're still a soldier and you still wanna keep the job so he respects that.

He'll wait when he's allowed to Impregnate you.

But he wont stop fucking you raw.

Sooo you have no choice but to go on birth control🤷.

[crossed-starbound]

❝ 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓼 ❞

141 X M!Reader

Main members of 141 x American M!Reader.

NSFW; Suggestive Interactions between 141 and M!

Reader, nudity segments, male on male intercourse.

Goofy ass Gaz and Soap in this Imao - will also be ongoing, maybe.)

Y - You

SR/Gh - Simon Riley/Ghost.

JM/S - John MacTavish/Soap.

JP/Cpt. P - John Price/Captain Price.

KG/Ga - Kyle Garrick/Gaz

Gaz was laid there on top of you, both of you naked still as the effects of yesterday were starting to rub off of you once you awoke from your sleep. Your long enough hair was frazzled as you got up from the bed after maneuvering your way around Kyle Garrick’s naked body. Once you got your boxer briefs and pants on, you then covered up Gaz. You walked out of the room, smiling a little bit as you hear Ghost, Soap, and Price’s feet tapping on the ground, trying to sneak away like they hadn’t seen Gaz and you have some heavy intercourse.

You walked into the living room, sitting beside Soap who was in just a shirt and underwear, Price in a shirt and pants and same thing goes for ghost. You move rough housing with soap as a smile comes back on your face, your eyes then on both Ghost and Price.

“ Once I’m done with this one, you both are next. ” - Y

Ghost and Price have a blush on their face, but walk up to you and Soap, Price getting behind you and Ghost getting under Soap, you and Soap moan out as the two of you get humped by Price Ghost who take off their clothes, Price slowly pulls off your pants and boxer briefs before shoving himself into you while Ghost does the same to Soap but Ghost then takes Soap over to a counter, bending him over it and pulls himself out of Soap, fingering Soap harshly and repeatedly making Soap moan and crumble like putty in Ghost’s hands.

Price just slowly moves back and forth in you, wrapping an arm around your torso as he pulls most of himself save for the head of his penis out of your rectum before pushing it all in down to the base of his cock, or more simply, his crotch. His hairy body rubbing against your body before he turns you around, putting his lips against yours as he seems to cherish the moment, your unsure if he is or isn’t, but you definitely know by the moaning from Ghost and Soap that they are really going for the rough, high reward, type of sex.

You look up, seeing an upside down Ghost and Soap who are moving back to the couch, your cock now in Soap’s mouth with his in yours as this session turns into a foursome. Price and Ghost making out as they fuck you and Soap whose cocks are throbbing within each other’s throats, as the two of you give head to each other, you both also move your waists, fucking each other’s throats someway.

After quite a few hours, Price and Soap were the first ones to arrive at ejaculation, Soap’s semen rushing down your throat after he slams his groin into your face, his roughness during sex being evident. Price on the other hand, moves back and forth slowly within you as he climaxes, his crotch against your ass as his cock fills up all of your rectum, his penis throbbing in you as he releases his semen in your ass.

You and Soap switched places, him getting fucked by Price and you getting rammed by Ghost. You moan out as Ghost wraps an arm around your neck and begins slamming his cock in and out of you, his hairy crotch slapping against your ass cheeks as he kisses your neck and gently bites your ear on the left side of your face. His hand vigorously jacks you off, even to the point it hurts, but you don’t care that much since all you can think and feel is pleasure, rough pleasure as Ghost just dominates you in the intercourse between you and him.

You turn your head in Ghost’s grasp, your lips against his as he continues to roughly fuck you, it feeling close to what heaven would. You begin to shoot out lengthy lines of bodily fluid, a few landing on Soap’s back, a few on the couch and most of your bodily fluid being on Ghost’s hand, who continues to stroke your cock off making it even more painful while he rams hard into you.

After a little bit more of getting roughly fucked in your anus and having your cock painfully jacked off, Ghost slams hard into you one last time, his cock throbbing harshly in your rectum as he releases his climax into you, his semen filling up your anus with some of it spilling out, even more spilling out once he pulls his semen covered cock out of your ass. He moves, sitting his naked ass on the couch and pulling you into his embrace as Price and Soap cum for second time, just with each other this time, then cuddling up on the couch. You sigh, being absolutely exhausted from the pounding Ghost had given you.

[yanderestarangel]

౨ৎ HEADCANONS COD || GHOST, KÖNIG, CAPTAIN PRICE — ROMANTIC SEX WITH THEM

TW: body worship, romantic sex, use of lingerie, ftm reader, v!sex, anal sex, blowjob, praise, daddykink, age gap, fluff, femboy reader, reader without top surgery.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ GHOST ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"I love you more than I can express."

♡⁠┊He is usually a quick lover and likes to mark you to show everyone that you belong to him, something in the nature of leaving you completely covered in love bruises that makes you dizzy.

♡⁠┊But something made him want to take it slow from that lazy and cold morning. He needed to go to work again on another Bravo 141 mission - however, seeing you needy and rubbing yourself against him, asking him to stay a little longer was like a siren song that he couldn't deny the call. "Are you feeling neglected, my baby?" Ghost speaks in a hoarse voice, slightly lifting his balaclava to meet your lips as he lay down on your bed again.

♡⁠┊You rubbed yourself against his muscular body, a silent plea for more than just making out – even though you knew you were going to be late, your husband couldn't deny you anything, so it wasn't a surprise to you when his fingers found their way to your pussy and began a soft dance on your clit.

♡⁠┊It didn't take long for Ghost to quickly take off his clothes and stand above you, his left hand holding your hip and keeping you where he wanted you to be, gently slamming his hips into yours as the wet sound of flesh against flesh filled his ears and made him dizzy. Unlike the other times, that morning he just wanted to feel you completely. He wasn't fucking you; he was making love to you and worshiping every inch of your body.

♡⁠┊"You look beautiful like this... You really complete me, don't you?" Ghost spoke softer than ever, his voice seemed like a balm that penetrated your soul – his free hand caressed your cheek and he stopped his movements long enough for you to feel his cock warm up a little more inside you. He momentarily took off his skull balaclava, so you could look directly into his face; his blue eyes seemed to want to tell you feelings that he didn't have the courage or way to say in mere words – one thing was certain, he loved you.

♡⁠┊He leaned in enough to press his lips against yours, Simon rarely kissed when you had sex, yet there he was – moaning into your tongue softly as his hips met yours again. Several "I love you"s came out of his mouth messily. His body trembled and the world disappeared completely as he explored every inch of your body as if looking for some detail he had never seen before.

♡⁠┊After a few more thrusts he finally cums inside your pussy, making you cling to him as you felt your stomach swell slightly from the amount of semen in your gut. He stood there, holding the back of your neck as he caught his breath.

♡⁠┊Ghost looked at his watch and sighed, realizing how late he was for work, but seeing you there, all beautiful and messy... He decided to stay, just for that day. "I'm not going to leave now, just rest my boy, when you wake up I'll be here." He said meditating in his mind that it was a great way to start his day, and maybe he should adore you a little more every day.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ KÖNIG ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"You make me nervous... And I like it."

♡⁠┊He liked the softness of your skin on his hands, he liked the way you smiled beautifully and blushed when you were too embarrassed, he liked the way his bracelet matched yours and how beautiful it looked when you two held hands. König loved you more than he ever thought he could ever feel in his life.

♡⁠┊He was terrible with words, but every action he did was the purest to demonstrate how much he was in love with you; in fact, in love was an understatement, König was madly in love with you - in a healthy and good way. He was a military soldier trained for years, he could kill enemies and targets easily without any regret - and yet, you made him so nervous and out of himself, as if butterflies were growing in his stomach.

♡⁠┊And this also happened when you had sex. His muscular, imposing and scarred body was beneath you - his eyes had a solemn expectation of seeing you take control and enjoy his body. His hands held the soft flesh of your waist and he whimpered softly feeling your body connected deeply to his.

♡⁠┊You didn't know where the territory of intimacy between each other began or ended, at that moment, you and the Austrian were only one. "I... Love you so much, you're mine, aren't you, liebling?" König moaned muffled by his sniper mask, his muscles rippled slightly as he fixed his focus on your body and how your clitoris was swollen - because of the hours of the two of you exploring each other's bodies.

♡⁠┊You could see little tears welling up in his eyes – he was short-circuiting from so many stimuli together. The love in his chest that burned his insides all the way to his stomach with that cold, good feeling of being madly in love with someone, you made him lose control of his senses.

♡⁠┊He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he admired you for being a strong man and that he was very lucky to have you in his life... However, the only sounds that could come out of his mouth at that moment were honeyed and hoarse moans, accompanying his eyes rolling back in his skull and him squeezing your smaller body tightly, to the point of leaving marks that would remain for another day.

♡⁠┊He whimpered louder, incoherent words, but you knew they were all just the purest love and affection for you. König held you tightly, making you sit on his entire length at once – the wet and pleasurable sensation made you milk his cock with your inner walls pulsing and wanting more – at the same time your partner quickly withdrew from your wet hole and came all over your belly, marking you as his again.

♡⁠┊"I love you..." Was all he could formulate as he buried his face in your soft flesh and waited for his heart and breathing to return to normal as his body went slightly numb. "You make me feel things I never thought possible... You are the man of my life and if there is a paradise I am definitely already in it, with you." He speaks with a certainty never seen before by you, his words came straight from his soul, making you feel more desired and loved.

♡⁠┊He slowly began to fall asleep, still holding you, as if he was afraid that you would disappear from his arms - one of his hands on the side of your ass while his cock softened against your stomach, the sensation still burned both of your skins, but you both just wanted to enjoy that moment without any extra feeling, just the purest and most peaceful love. In years, König could smile genuinely behind his mask, knowing that he had found something more to fight for.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡ CAPTAIN PRICE ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡

"I want more than your pretty face..."

♡⁠┊It was just supposed to be sex, he paid to have a young man like you to satisfy him and have a beautiful accessory by his side - but soon the captain found himself attached to you in a way he never imagined. You were a funny, smiling and bright man, just like a sunshine.

♡⁠┊The first few dates between the two of you were really comfortable – he was a gentleman with you and made you feel like the most desirable man in the world; and then he completely broke you in bed until you didn't even know how many times he came. Price was the type of sugar daddy who tries not to get attached to your presence but it doesn't take long for him to find himself thinking about your image after a few sexual encounters.

♡⁠┊It was never his intention to really fall in love with you... but the way you touched him, the way you smiled at him, the way that silk lingerie fell on your body and adorned every curve of your skin, the way you moaned and whimpered when his cock entered your pussy... It was too much for him to bear and see as just an exchange of monetary favors.

♡⁠┊You caused reactions he didn’t even think were possible. You were everything he dreamed of in a partner. Even without obligation, you kept him company and never asked for anything in return, listening to his stories about past missions and the challenges he and his team faced. Price always finished his tales with a soft sigh and a vulnerable look, realizing how much he had opened up to you. "Ignore that, my lad, I just ramble too much like every old man," he would say, trying to hide the blush on his face. It was so obvious how much he considered you more than just a mere companion.

♡⁠┊He wanted to be with you all the time. It became more than just a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship—he really wanted something serious with you. However, his insecurities always prevented him from saying anything more; he would freeze every time he tried to invite you to something more romantic than a sexual encounter in a luxurious hotel room.

♡⁠┊That night was lighter and different from most of the ones you were used to having. Price wanted to express how much he wanted you more than a pretty face sucking his cock and walking around with luxury items bought by him. The white lace lingerie adorned your body and barely covered your shiny pussy – The captain was between your legs, his voluminous beard tickling your sensitive flesh with each protruding lick he gave with his tongue on your lips, making you press his head between your soft thighs and making you even more drunk with pleasure.

♡⁠┊The rose petals he had scattered on the bed earlier stuck to your sweaty skin – your breasts swayed with each movement of the older man’s tongue as you felt like a god for being so adored by someone. Your wetness spread across his face and skin, the scent of sweet musk making him dizzy and hard as fuck.

♡┊He rubbed his hips on the soft mattress, looking for some friction to warm his erection – you could hear small moans and husky words coming from his lips as his blue eyes devoured you inch by inch. "Fuck, you make me so hard, you don't know what you do to me." Price groaned hoarsely as he gently slapped your thigh to make you moan even louder for him.

♡⁠┊After making you cum again on his tongue – Price would get on his knees between your legs and rub his hard, throbbing cock against your entrance, wet with your juices and his saliva. The thick, warm tip of his shaft applied a delicious, slow pressure to your swollen clit, making you beg for him to fill you up soon.

♡⁠┊As soon as he did, the older man leaned in enough to kiss you as his hips worked at a slow, sensual pace – his muscular thighs smacked against yours while his balls slapped against your ass cheeks, making you hear a wet noise in the process. You saw Price's smile widen even more when he saw you blushing at him being so loving with you, treating you like the god you were.

♡⁠┊"I can't hold it anymore... fuck boy, you make my heart race." He said between moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he sped up his movements and made your curves jump out of the thin fabric of the lingerie you were wearing. He grabbed one of your breasts as he squeezed it tightly and came inside you without warning, it was a new but strangely hot sensation.

♡⁠┊He sighed and stared into your eyes, his breathing even meeting yours rhythmically. "You make me feel things... I know this should be a business relationship, but I can't let a beautiful boy like you escape me." The older man said with a soft smile and kissed you on the forehead. "Let's have dinner at a restaurant... Just you and me, no sex, no sugar daddy or sugar baby, just you and me, my prince, no pressure, obviously... I just want to show you that I fell in love with you much more, much more than your pretty face and perfect body." He said, looking at you with all the passion he could show – he didn't know where this relationship could go, but he wanted to try to love again and he wanted to love you, only you.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[starboye]

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

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

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

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

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

[thegnomelord]

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

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

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

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

CW:NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then comes the actual courting dance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good thing dragons have really short refractory periods.

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

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

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

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

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

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