#price*

[machveil]

I need some John Price x Sleepy!Reader, forgive me

Price who’s as big as a bear and keeps you trapped against him while you nap. he’ll settle down and lay on the couch, content having you sleeping on his chest. yes, his chest is a nice cushion for you, the right amount of firm and soft. he’s warm, one hand holding yours while the other paws at you, gently rubbing your back. he’ll coo at you if you stir, shushing you quietly before lulling you back to sleep. if Price is your big bear, you’re his cozied up little cub. he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could ruin your sleep, be it turning his phone on silent or lowering the volume on the tv

Price who buries his face in the crook of your neck, beard gently scratching against your skin. when you’re both tucked in bed Price discards his shirt, preferring a little skin-on-skin contact with you. deep, heavy breaths leaving him as you snuggle up to him. he’ll tangle his legs with yours, a content rumble in his chest. his rough hands make their way to your hips, idly kneading the fat of them as you both drift off - cuddled together beneath the sheets, shielded from the cold. don’t mind his snoring, he’ll make it up to you with tender kisses and murmured apologies if you poke him enough

[gothghostiie]

okok listen - telling the 141 "use your words"

cw: brat!reader, dom!reader, no actual smut, manhandling, begging, brat!soap, sub!ghost, gn!reader

price doesn't like being fucked around with; if he's feeling you up on a stressful day, just wanting to release some tension, and you stop him with a hand to his chest, telling him to use his words? you probably have a death wish. before you can even react he's got your cheeks in a tight grip, glaring down at you while your nose almost touches his. "wanna repeat that, lovie?" he asks lowly, sarcastically. you both know if you give him another bratty answer you're in for it.

Soap's eyes widen when you tell him to use his words while he's trying to get into your pants. goes all red and tense, you already start to think you overstepped something here and want to apologise; before his face shifts to a look of submission and a bit of defiance. he tries to get his hands under your shirt again without saying a word, wanting to resist you and your - what was supposed to be a joke - order, wanting to test you. I'd be lying if I said he didn't love how rough you suddenly get with him.

Gaz and you are mutually fooling around, he's sucking on your neck and kissing down when you tell him to use his words - he just stops for a brief moment before grinning up at you. "want me to use my words baby? tell you all the things I wanna do with you?" he says in a teasing tone, pushing his tongue into your mouth for a sloppy kiss before trailing kisses to your ear and whispering all the nasty, dirty things he wants to do with you right now, his tone low with occasional chuckles at how you're suddenly putty in his hands.

ghost might be my fav - he's snuggled up to you, hand pushing into your sweatpants when you grab his wrist to stop him, telling him to use his words. he freezes, staring up at you through blond lashes and with pink cheeks; you can practically see the internal struggle he's in. he's torn between wanting to appear big and strong, and just giving in. it's not a long struggle, especially when you run a hand through his messy hair, face burying in your neck as soft begging falls from his lips, trembling hands holding onto you tightly as if you might push him off if he doesnt.

[machveil]

yeah, so now I need him… [sigh]

[codnasties]

All the rookies wondering how the ditzy, clumsy nurse manages to get a perfect rating on her monthly report everytime-

Cue Price who always comes in at night for 'an itch only she can scratch' before promptly sitting down and letting her ride him until she's an overstimulated, cock-drunk mess <3

https://x.com/NebulaDesire/status/1711713675067736100?t=LZC4TT1l72fcfqlzoIXd9Q&s=19

this is actually such a juicy idea ☆👄☆ thanks a lot babes

price's favourite nurse 🚬 (🌽 link)

after a few months on base, the rookies start to ask themselves how can you manage to get perfect scores on your monthly rating every month. and they question it because they have seen and experienced firsthand how ditzy and clumsy you can be. especially for someone who works as a nurse.

little did they know captain john price was the one behind the whole ordeal. since day one, he had taken a special interest in that new pretty nurse clad in scrubs. and even though you are good at your job, sometimes your clumsiness gets the best of you. but price knew exactly how to help you.

when he first tried to string you onto the idea of helping you with your rating he played it as going to play it you as needing help with something, just that your dumb ass didn't understand that what he actually wanted was 'help'. once you understood him, you knew you wouldn't be able to refuse his offer - bc, let's be real, ain't no way you gonna waste the opportunity to fuck a man like him -.

that's why he comes every few nights to get some 'treatment'. he sits himself down in one of the chairs in the clinic and lets you fuck yourself even dumber on his 'problem' aka his leaking and aching hard cock. and he won't let you get up until you have both ovestimulated yourself and milked him dry.

rookies may not know about this, maybe not even some of his man, but simon clocked it the second he saw price's expression when his eyes first laid on you.

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Peepaw price and getting a doll for his child back at home. All he knows is that he got a phone call about a pregnancy that he definitely did not plan with you for the past year and a smile on his face when he enters the doll shop.

He ends up buying something basic, a light pink teddy bear, purple bow around its neck and overly 3d fur paws. Simple, enriching, it'll do the job. He can't find it in himself when he comes back home next year, his brood clutching at the doll furiously. He'll let his son keep it.

[atheya-xx]

I think I have a favorite…

[machveil]

wearing my badge of honor

cw: omegaverse

Having thoughts about dominant omega Price who helps his lads through their ruts because he's a pragmatist. He's clean, he won't get knocked up because he has that shit on lockdown, and the bloody muppets won't go biting some pretty little thing in the local villages, causing all sorts of issues. It's all part of the greater good schtick he has going on.

He takes them back to his flat when it's time so they get the whole nesting experience, cooks them a nice meal with a few beers, and then takes them to bed for the time they need to get it out of their systems.

He's attentive, performing all the chuffs, purrs and trills they need at the height of their rut to feel like they're doing a good job. Doesn't complain when Soap gets rough, or Simon is big, or Gaz likes to kiss and groom him. He bites his arm, grunts out encouragement, breathes deep through his nose when they knot him for the third time in a row without rest. When they occasionally get too excited and try to claim him, he knows how to stop it.

They're soon back to fighting fit, back on the job, focused, and he doesn't take long to be right again, even if he's feeling tender and his hormones are out of wack for a day or two. He's a professional. Mind over matter is his mantra, and it's nothing that won't repair itself with time.

Price promised them that if they followed him he'd have their backs, that he'd cut through the red tape and the obstacles. For him, using his body to carry them out of a fire fight is no different to letting them fuck and knot him to manage their ruts.

His heat though? He suffers through that on his own. Price, who can't stomach any kind of vulnerability, who can't feel like he's leaning on or needs anyone, who does everything on his own terms and no one else's. The thought of any one of his lads seeing him in that state turns his stomach; a mewling, weak, pathetic mess, unfit for command.

No, Price's heats are his private shame, and he has managed them just fine without interference for two decades, even when Nikolai kisses him one night and Simon's scent begins to change as he reaches his prime, and Price's instincts are starting to fuck with his head.

[rainyrambles-overcod]

day 13 of drawing one of the cod characters until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

This one is technically an old one— a screen redraw of our beloved captain from forever ago that I honestly just gave up on trying to colour ��👎

[latecommentevryday-blog]

Working out a style >:) (But I need sleep first)

Feel free to give tips and critiques!

Reposts or reblogs help. Thank you!

[shadow1-6]

I hate price and his stupid hat

[machveil]

this is the stuff I need today

I need more Price x sleepy reader

Like what if she's at base in his office taking a nap and she gets scared awake by something/someone & Price gets very angry <333

(she's me fr bc when someone wakes me up I just start crying-)

Bro if you wake up Price’s babygirl from a nap YOURE the one who’s abt to say goodnight lmao

Price feels guilty over his work sometimes— you’ll often come to visit him for lunch, and he’ll often get tied up with something that was only brought to his attention at the last minute, something that has to be done immediately. Doesn’t help that he hates paperwork, and isn’t the fastest at filling it out.

So you usually crash on his couch while you wait for him to finish, you’ve even got your own set of blankets and pillows for his couch by now. His office has an exterior wall, so it can get cold as all fuck in the winter, so you’re bundled up tight beneath your comforters today.

And then a fight breaks out. Right outside of his door. Some pissant sergeant and a private who doesn’t know any better, slamming each other against the walls and shouting threats. Foolish enough to start a fight right in front of a captain’s office— but while his girl is on the premises? Rest in fucking pieces. You get teary when you wake up to loud sounds, to yelling— god, you could never handle the yelling. Too sensitive. Too wound up and skittish when you’re startled out of dreamland.

His first move is to throw open the door, which stops the commotion immediately.

“I’d choose your words very, very carefully, you lot,” he warns. They sputter excuses, apologies.

“This hallway had better become dead. Bloody. Silent in a moment. If not, I’ll be sending you back to your C.O. In a bloody heap. Your choice.” He’s got their names memorized from their uniforms— the discipline they receive will not be an enviable one.

With that done, he shuts the door quietly and he’s at your side in a few strides, bushing your hair from your face and wiping the couple stray tears you shed. “There now, darl’. Your man’s not gonna let anything like that happen again, yeah? Just tuck back in and relax, sweet girl.”

He’ll only give you the softest of kisses, stroking your hair as he presses his warm lips to yours in that special way only he knows how. The way that gets his girl to settle, just the way she needs.

Bonus depravity:

John totally lets you sit under his desk and use his cock as a pacifier. Perched on a big pillows, your arms hugging his thigh as you suckle gently.

Your lashes flutter and your breathing evens, drool sliding down his shaft, wetting the chair. He reaches a hand down to pet you, to cup your face and feel how you hold his dick in your mouth.

[machveil]

thinking about Price having an old letterman from high school (his mom wanted him to have it) and it just sort of got shoved in the back of his closet. thinking about finding it - a little dusty and faded, but still in great condition - and cleaning it off. maybe thinking about slipping it on before a nap because it’ll keep you warm enough and, who’re we kidding, “Price” is literally printed on the back, it’s like napping surrounded by him

uuh maybe Price completely forgetting he owned that old letterman because he has zero nostalgia with it other than his mom giving it to him. maybe Price coming home to find you sleeping in it and losing his mind a little

[gothghostiie]

thinking about being bent over the the bathroom sink right after finishing your makeup before you have to leave for work, getting your empty little brain fucked out while he tells you that you don't need to work, all you need to do is take his cock!!! :(

[tame-the-lion-writes]

“… Sweetheart, when was the last time you went into heat?”

“I mean, I’ve— I’ve always been on suppressants, so—“

“That’s not a date, love.”

You swallow hard, looking at the cement floor of the makeshift safe house. You were supposed to be home by now, to have access to all your meds—but no. You were here. Out in enemy territory, holed up with the rest of your team.

Your otherwise all alpha team.

“Never.”

Well. Shit.

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.

[simonbrain]

john making simon watch you get the pounding of your life because the two of you got into a nasty little argument, resulting in simon taking his anger out on johnny's ass.

he didn't even stop when you walked into your shared bedroom to see johnny getting his back blown out by your man. he only ordered you to sit and watch as johnny's moans and whines and the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, cum and drool staining your sheets.

simon had the audacity to groan when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, bottom lip quivering. he always did get off on making you cry.

now he sits with a hard, leaking cock, hands restrained behind the back of the chair as he's forced to watch you get fucked by his captain. despite the way he snarls and grits his teeth, he still twitches and drools in his pants when your cunt gushes around john's cock for the nth time, the desperation to join becoming unbearable. it doesn't help that you're making the prettiest noises, writhing as john folds you into full nelson, your body on full display. simon's seething, so pissed off because he can't touch himself, and he can't even lap at your sloppy pussy or suck on your pretty clit.

"dirty mutts like you get nothin'," john barks when simon pathetically demands to be allowed to touch you, his hips effortlessly working to bring you over the edge again. "you'll never fuckin' learn if i don't teach you how to play nice with your toys; what kind of captain would i be, eh?"

you're babbling incoherent nonsense, not a thought in your head as john's gravelly voice coos sweet things into your ear, calling you his perfect girl while he kisses away your tears. you feel like you're floating right up into the ether, another orgasm ripping through you when he rubs tight, firm circles over your sensitive clit, drool running down your chin at the immense pleasure tingling all over your body.

you aren't sure if you actually heard it before you passed out in john's arms at the end of it all, but you swear he grunted, "i fuckin' own you, so i own her. my pretty pussy, my pretty girl."

(meanwhile, kyle's sorting johnny out in another room, edging him nice and long for being such a slut. if he wanted a good fuck, kyle was right there, and he's feeling offended.

"is it cause i'm not taken?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock and grinning meanly at the broken sob he gets in return.)