#john x reader

[fredericclouti]

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[starryylies]

Omg 141 with touch-starved gf that just gets turned on from every little thing they do cause she's not used to it. Been heavy on my mind

TF-141 with touch starved reader

Hiiii sososo sorry for replying late, everything is getting postponed cuz of work :((((

I hope you enjoy this anon! Thank you so much for the awesome request, I love it!!

PRICE-

ꨄ︎ loves it loves it lovesssss itttttt

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re like a cat who actually loves cuddles but acts like she doesn’t

ꨄ︎ calls you his kitty

ꨄ︎ loves patting your head and calling you his “good kitty”

ꨄ︎ loves how he’s the only one who’s seen how touch starved you are

ꨄ︎ lives for the reaction you have for when he even touches you slightly making body stiffen and your thighs clench from arousal.

ꨄ︎ will keep his hand on your thigh in public all to make sure you behave when others are around

ꨄ︎ loves teasing And welll taming you

ꨄ︎ thinks it’s adorable how you get all whiny when you’re turned on by his teasing.

ꨄ︎ but how can he stop when you look so pretty trying to hide your arousal

ꨄ︎ would make sure nobody finds out though, not because it’s embarrassing but because he doesn’t want anyone else to get the wrong idea and mess with you

ꨄ︎ will make you hump his legs when he’s busy

ꨄ︎ Loves how desperate you are when turned on :(

ꨄ︎ “use your words princess, you want me? my what exactly? Say it”

ꨄ︎ “bad fuckin’ kitty making me fuck you in the neighbors bathroom all cus youre a wet fuckin’ mess”

SIMON-

ꨄ︎ it takes time for him to get adjusted in the beginning

ꨄ︎ ar first he found it a bit overwhelming since he’s had terrible experiences in the past but as you guys go on with the relationship he slowly finds it comforting.

ꨄ︎ has a low sex drive in the beginning but will try his best to please you,

ꨄ︎ so in the beginning he started off by kisses here and there till he gets used to it more.

ꨄ︎ likes how you cling onto him as a koala :)

ꨄ︎ is very touch starved in the beginning but feels awkward about it

ꨄ︎ sometimes felt inadequate but those feelings are lost when he’s fucking you till you’re a babbling mess moaning into the pillow case. :)

ꨄ︎ slowly as your relationship deepens I believe his sex drive will increase greatly and now he’d be more comfortable being clingy and touch starved

ꨄ︎ would make sure you’re well satisfied especially during the days you ovulate

ꨄ︎ you both are like each others cuddly cats ₍˄·͈ ‧̫ ·͈˄₎

ꨄ︎ loves the way you whine under his touch

ꨄ︎ loves giving you kisses whenever he can in the house.

ꨄ︎ very protective and will make sure nobody takes advantage of you

ꨄ︎ loves the way your pussy clenches on him when you’re under him.

ꨄ︎ swears he will cum fast if you continue squeezing his cock so hard,

ꨄ︎”ugh fuckin’ hell princess not so right, gonna’ Milk me dry righ’ here love fuckk”

SOAP-

ꨄ︎ oh this man is a menace, will purposely tease you

ꨄ︎ he loves how you squirm when he tries kissing you

ꨄ︎ loves how you visibly gasp when his hand brushes against you

ꨄ︎ loves keeping his hands on your waist

ꨄ︎ will make sure you’re always satisfied, you’re still horny after one round? Let’s go again

ꨄ︎ will purposely make you sit closer to him when you guys are out teasing you by slowly moving his hand from your knees to your inner thighs~

ꨄ︎ kisses you so much, loves how audible whimpers escape your mouth when you’re on his lap and are making out

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re so cute when you tug onto him :))

ꨄ︎ loves the way you melt underneath his touch

ꨄ︎ is quick to notice when you’re frustrated and needy for him

ꨄ︎ he will pretty much fuck you like he hasn’t fucked in a year because god he lives for the little sounds and reactions you make.

ꨄ︎ pats your head too!

ꨄ︎ likes giving you massages :)

ꨄ︎ the massages lead to you pinned underneath him while his hands are gripping the bed while he pounds you till his balls are drained

ꨄ︎ “fuck Bonnie lookin’ so messy under me. you’re fuckin’ droolin, takin me in so good.”

GAZ-

ꨄ︎ biggest menace here, makes sure you’re always hot and bothered with him

ꨄ︎ oh god this man cannot keep his hands off of you

ꨄ︎ he will never ever get his hands off (until you say so ofc) but his hands will always be somewhere on your body caressing you

ꨄ︎ makes sure you get turned on when you guys are out

ꨄ︎ loves the quickies that happen when you both are out cuz you goy turned on cuz of him

ꨄ︎ thinks you’re an adorable mess when you’re horny

ꨄ︎ will buy a small panty vibrator for when he’s deployed

ꨄ︎ will turn it on any time he pleases so you don’t feel lonely when he’s gone :((

ꨄ︎ asks you to tell him in detail about what you did with yourself when he’s deployed

ꨄ︎ loves coming home from deployment finding you so needy and hot, climbing on top him the second he comes back

ꨄ︎ will probably try out many ways to tease you more

ꨄ︎ holds your hand or keeps his hand on your waist wherever you guys go.

ꨄ︎ If you’re ticklish he will definitely tickle you there whenever you feel low or anything.

ꨄ︎ loves taking care of you and loves when you cling onto him.

ꨄ︎ loves how sensitive you get when you guys are fucking but will ask you over and over again to see if he’s not crossing any limits.

ꨄ︎ “ya likin’ it babe? You like it when I come home only to catch ya playin’ with yourself? Couldn’t even wait for me could ya?”

ꨄ︎ “Yeahh fuck takin me so good, don’t squirm baby m right here, If it gets too much tell me okay?”

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[vixen7243]

Wrong Chat

Johnny X AFAB!Reader| TF141 X AFAB!Reader

MDNI‼️

Part 1 | Part 2

Johnny getting home finally after being away from you for months and feeling feral after all the teasing photos you had sent of new lingerie which then was followed up with a damn video of you grinding on HIS pillow moaning his name. Giggling at the end when you showed him the wet spot, “Wish it was your face love.” Turning the camera up to you, you smiled sweetly, “Come home safe so you can cum in me.” Video ended to soon in his opinion, which he intends to teach you as soon as he has you in the bed, face in the pillow your sweet cunt was grinding on a fortnight ago.

“Next time ye send a sexy little video like that ye better get all of ye’s angles Bonnie.” Johnny moved your phone closer as he thrust his cock deeper you moan ripping through your throat whimpering as you gripped the pillow. “Come now Bonnie, show the camera a little love.”

Johnny moved the camera forward and had it leaning against the headboard your face main view and your ass just above your head, bouncing as Johnny continued to jackhammer into you gummy spasming walls. You cried out as you came for the 3rd time around his cock, “Johnny please cum please! I need it, oh god, there!”

Johnny groaned as he ground his hips into you, squeezing your ass cheeks before patting your hip lightly. You reached out with a shaky hand grabbing your phone stopping the video, for the 3rd time that night you were sending the video to Johnny as he had made you do to the first two videos. Due to your watery eyes and shaky hands you might have accidentally hit the group chat your boyfriend made up of you and his team for game nights and pub nights. As soon as you hit send and Johnny’s phone dinged he turned you over smiling, “Ready for round 4 Bonnie.” As Johnny started kissing a trail to you breasts his phone dinged a few more times making him freeze and look up at you noticing that your phone was recording again and propped up on your pillow aimed at your face, cock drunk and teary.

Pushing pack up he snatched his phone from the bed side table and his eyes damn near burst out his sockets, “Jesus Bonnie you sent the video to the lads.”

“Huh?”

You were so out of it that you weren’t registering his words at all, instead you wrapped your legs around his waist and whimpered.

Gaz 🚁☠️: Well ello to you too gorgeous, is this your guys way of an invite?

If so I’ll be there in 15

Ghost💀🥸: You were moaning the wrong name Love, I’ll be there in 10 to teach you how to say Simon.

Gaz🚁☠️: 10?! Wtf you know I’m already breaking speed limits to just get there in 15 not fair!🤬

Captain🐻💰: Darling, is he not enough? Tell the boy to move aside I’ll be there soon.

Johnny couldn’t remember if he had locked the front door when he had thrown you over his shoulder abruptly before rushing up the stairs to your shared room. That didn’t matter too much considering he heard the front door hit the wall when it was opened feet marching up the stairs.“Damnit Bonnie.”

When the bedroom door shoved open is when you finally got your mind clear of the fogginess and shrinked into Johnny a blush covering your cheeks. “Oops”

Part 2

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[diejager]

price is already like unofficial dad of 141

-so what would platonic! biological, yan! dad price be like

[i pass a cup of hot cocoa and bag of gold to you]

I’ll take that hot cocoa and bag of gold!

Yandere!Dad!Price

Headcanon

Cw: yandere, platonic relationship, protective!Price, stalking, camera surveillance, tracking, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 758

Yan!Dad!Price, as a father-figure to 141, is already burdened with the weight of their safety and protection. He protects them as if they were his own, signing away Soap’s misdemeanour and pranks, Gaz’s mischievous personality under the gentle gaze of his, and Ghost’s stand-offish character with war crimes under his belt. Price is fiercely protective of his charge, so he’d be worse with his biological child. 

Yan!Dad!Price is possessive, branding you - in his mind - as his, making sure that you’re safe at all times. He’s borderline paranoid at times, his mind going through every enemy he’s made in the past without prejudice, everyone is a danger to his livelihood, meaning you. As a father, he’s much more protective, always worried and conscious of the danger he puts on you when he leaves.

Yan!Dad!Price worries that one day, someone would find you and use you as leverage against him, torture you and throw you back out as revenge for what he’s done to them, or - the worse - keep you for the sake of causing him pain and anguish. As your father, he’s much, much more paranoid than he is with anyone else on his team, especially since your mother’s been missing from your life for a while now, leaving him to care for you and occasionally leaving you at Kate and her wife’s house.

Yan!Dad!Price isn’t scared of getting his hand dirty, he already does it to further the goals and images of powerful men, political figures and to keep the world clean from monsters by becoming one himself. He knows his hands are stained red, an invincible mark following him until he’s either killed, or dies of natural causes —he hopes for the latter. He might not kill innocent people, but he isn’t scared of threatening them, using his power and resources to keep them away from you. 

Yan!Dad!Price might be protective, wanting to keep you to himself and locked away from the harsh and dangerous world, but he’s smart and cares enough about you to let you have your freedom. He lets you go out with friends - you’re an adult, you should have the independence and freedom to do some - and travel, but he gives you a curfew and demands he wants you to keep. So far, you’ve followed them and he trusts you to keep doing so. Although he lets you live your life as a young adult: working, going out, meeting friends and enjoying yourself, he keeps an eye on you, he has a tracker installed into your phone and one on you at all times, he has someone watch you through the cameras to follow your every step and report it to him if there’s a sudden change.

Another thing Yan!Dad!Price has, as insurance to your safety, the three boys protecting you. They’re well acquainted with you, often seeing you wandering the base outside of Birmingham with a visitor’s badge and permission to wander wherever you want. You’re as much a part of the TF as the boys, the honorary member that visits them every so often to see how they’re doing when they’re stationed here. Being a year or two younger than Gaz made them feel like you were the baby of the family, the little sibling that they had to protect and care for whenever they could.

Yan!Dad!Price somehow makes it unnoticeable to you that he has a tracker on you or that he has a system to monitor your every action, you even get regular visits from Kate and the boys, coming over to his house. Soap and Ghost always went together, Ghost’s big and broad figure acting as a deterrent to any malicious people and Gaz would go with him, following him back to stay the night. The house had enough room for everyone too, one guest room in the basement, one on the ground floor and another one near the stairs on the second floor. 

Yan!Dad!Price is careful, selective with people he lets around you, all for the sake of protecting you. He won;t let you wander too far from him, he won’t let you go where he won’t be able to reach, where he won’t be able to find you. You’re an indispensable part of his life, the joy of his life, the light that brought a smile to his lips after a rough day or mission. You took care of him so he watched over you and kept you safe.

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[alistairsmonstercafe]

NSFW How to Gain the trust of a Dragon in the Dragons Den, Guide 02

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART ?

NOTICE; TOP/SWITCH Male Hybrid Reader

CHARACTER; BOTTOM/SUB Price, BOTTOM/SWITCH Soap,

CW; Threesome, slight choking? Hella horny dragon, body worship, praise, face sitting, fingering, ass eating, cock suckin' shit like that.

ADDITIONAL; I don't mind Fem/Fem aligned readers reading but don't feel insulted/complain that I strictly don't do Fem reader, not my cuppa tea mate.

INSPIRATION; @/Bluegiragi Monster AU on Twt and Tumblr & @/thegnomelord for the scale idea on tumblr.

NOTE; Accidentally posted the draft... | This will be a mini series staring our favorite little hybrids. Part ? Will be a poll of a repeat character or a non 141 character.

As Price paced outside the office, the temptation to peek behind that imposing door grew stronger. His hybrid instincts nudged him toward curiosity, but his rationality warned against it. He wasn't your mate. Not Soap's either. He'd be a prick if he suddenly barged in purely because he was a horny dragon, he hasn't felt the urge for a proper mate for years, but it was uncommon for species to crossbreed, or to even have packs, or other mates then one that weren't of the same species.

Yet, there was something magnetic about the possibility—a pull he couldn't quite resist. The thought flickered in his mind like a distant flame, leaving him torn between his innate curiosity and the risk.

And despite the gentle reach of his claw near the door, he didn't. He was old. Older then most of you, who would dare date a dragon of his age? Even people of his kind preferred dragons who could keep up with them, not groan at a sudden back pain or a weak knee. Nor the crowfeet on his eyes, signs of age in his face. His body was not as strong as in his younger days, and well, his stomach. It had a lot more pudge to it, something he'd never openly admit.

The following day, despite his position as captain, Price found himself stealing more glances at you and Soap, your little cuddles during lunch, or the way your tails intertwined. The soft cooing and purrs left to each other left him with want, tugging at the fringes of his thoughts. He couldn't shake off the inexplicable allure it held, even though he knew his authority wouldn't grant him it.

As he maneuvered through his duties, his mind kept circling back to you. He questioned his own reluctance to simply talk to you, push the conversation open. It wasn't about rules or permissions; it was a deeper, primal restraint holding him back, a fear of the unknown that clashed with his innate curiosity.

Yet, when he came back to his desk later that evening, he saw a small pile of, to what to most, would seem as mindless trinkets, was actually an abundance of jewels, some of his favorite coffee, tea, and a make shift.. Scale? No. That wouldn't make sense. He could recognize it as yours and Soap's fur. In the shape of a scale.

Were you lads trying to court him? A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he gently held up the item to his nose, his wings relaxing at the mixed scent. The scent of a mate, his instincts whispered. And he couldn't help but agree.

Tucking away the items he placed them in a small box on his shelf full of items he hoarded before. He couldn't have a huge hoard, so he did what he could. And turned the scale shaped fur, into a necklace he could wear on his chest. Closest to his heart. For he knew they had won it already.

It was the next day where you and Soap were idly chatting, he sat down infront of you, and slid over a scale cut perfectly down the middle for you two. You both easily looked up in shock, mouths open. "Wha- Cap'n- Does this mean-" Soap sputtered, and you were still quiet with your jaw still wide open.

"It does. Means it quite bloody clearly, Soap." He replies almost shyly, his firm voice is softened with love and affection as he smiles. Those beautiful crow lines appear once more and the sight of both of your tails swaying happily is a tell-tale sign hes done the right choice.

He's quick to get back up, walking to the door before stopping and turning back to say; "My room, at nine exactly. Alright?"

You're both quick to say yes and despite his cool demeanor as he leaves, Price feels hard as a rock as the first blooms of heat start back in his stomach. A feeling he hasn't felt in ages, but that can wait for later tonight. He wouldn't be a captain without all that self-discipline, after all.

So its when Price comes to the dark of his room, a little worn out, he surprised to suddenly see a nest, and you and Soap sitting on his bed with only the moon light to illuminate your features. And coo he does because he melts at the sight that you both waited for him.

You're the first to pull him in with a grin, your tail wrapping around his waist as you and Soap are quick to strip him down until hes left in a shirt and boxers. But hes quick to push you down onto your back in the nest as he sits on your lap, Soap he behind Price, kissing down his back as his tail wags.

But as you look up at Price, he looks like a beauty, and your hand gently traces down from his chin, to his toned yet supple and beautifuy scared chest, to his stomach, caressing the pudge as you whisper praise. And it. Makes Prices face burn with pride at the fact someone accepts him and his appearance, something he didn't think he'd be self conscious on.

Soap continues quick and sloppy kisses up his back, leaving soft nips and bites on him, leaving it mostly betweem you and Price. He loves both of you but you had both discussed the idea before. You wanted to pamper Price, and make him feel higher then cloud 9.

And you did, each kiss, and bite, began to switch as Price was switched around by Soap. And you easily pulled Price's hips towards you and kissed his ass, making Price groan in response. The sound cut short as Soap began to kiss him, stroking your cock in the meantime to keep you satisfied as well. It was his turn to assist.

"Fuck- Price- So fuckin' pretty for us." Soap groans out to price, and you can only agree, pressing kisses up his neck as his tail makes soft noises against the nest as it wags aggressively against it.

Price only moans a little, his hips still bucking into your mouth as your tongue is quick, and perfectly long enough to reach deep into him inside, his dragoh tail is quick to curl around your neck and slightly squeeze lovingly. The way you and Soap praise Price and his body makes him melt. Hes an old lad, scales of iron from how the world has hardened him and yet you make him so soft.

So loved.

So accepted.

He thought he was content with 141 but knowing that two of the members in it are his mates? He can only purr.

Its when Soap slides down and suck off Price whilst hes still sitting on your face does he lose it. Not knowing where to buck his hips either back and forth, and instead sways them. His claws tugging at Soaps hair and your hands wrapped tightly on his hips, bits of blood is evident from your claws but neither notice.

Its when you suddenly slide in a finger that Price goes almost limp, his tail squeezes a little tighter and his moans get louder. Damn the thin walls because tonight he knows hes going to be fucked well in his nest.

And in his eyes thats a night well spent.

Aftermath; By morning Gaz is the first of the 141 to complain. Small eyebags under his eyes as he stares at you, Soap, and Price.

"Fucked real good huh? Give me some earplugs next time alright?" He remarks, drinking some coffee, Ghost watches but said nothing. But theres something about the way his smoke slides up his arm at the words 'fucked', before sliding back down, gives you slight curiosity.

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[aangell333]

need john price so desperately

he’d sit there so casually as you suck him off, trying to take his dick as deep as possible into your mouth. he’d be smoking his cigar, occasionally giving you words of encouragement.

“that’s good, sweetheart.”

“sucking me so good.”

he’d talk you through it, telling you either to speed up or slow down. he’d be so gentle with his precious baby’s mouth :((( knowing how she needs her voice to speak at a big work meeting tomorrow but he can’t help the way his hips buck up a little :(((

let me out of my cage.

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[imajinxnation]

Struggle of Height

John Wick x Reader

SUMMARY // John is your 6'1" assassin husband, and you are his short wife. You both have struggles when it comes to your heights, but you balance each other out. (HEADCANNONS)

6'1" is actually a pretty average height, but I'm a short bitch, so that height is like, "Hi, my neck hurts talking to you!"

ALL GIFS FOUND ON PINTEREST

TW // Fluff, Short/Tall Struggles, Height Difference, Cussing, FEMALE READER..

When you and John first bought your house together, some adjustments had to be made due to your husband's tall stature.

Like the doorways; most of the houses you had went to view had average height doorways, and John always either smacked his forehead on the top of the frame of the doors, or ducked under so he wouldn't have more of a headache than he already did from knocking his head on previous doors.

Then there was the shower and bathtub problems, which could be solved easy-peasy by replacing them with bigger and taller ones, but still, the average tubs and showers were a bit of an inconvenience for him.

I mean, who wants their legs and feet hanging out the sides of the tub when trying to relax, and a showerhead at their neck and chest instead of over their head?

It's called a showerhead for a reason!

Then there was your situation; being a fairly short person, you ended up having to put a stool in nearly every room in the new house.

Usually your husband would help you with grabbing things that are on high shelves and cabinets, but he's not always home, hence the step-stools, or climbing on a chair.

You absolutely hate doing the laundry when he's not home to help you because of all the stepping on and off the stool to reach into the washer.

Like.. if you wanted an excersize, you'd go to the gym or take a class in pilates or some other athletic shit.

Those are only some of the cons when it comes to your differing heights, but what about the pros?

I mentioned this earlier, but John picking up things from high places for you is an absolute blessing for you.

For the most part he helps with the higher stuff, unless he's not home.

Then it's the opposite for him.

Reaching the lower shelves and cabinets is a struggle for him due to the bending over, it hurts his back to do it, so he usually asks you to get what he's looking for.

Also, he never asks, but you do it anyways because you know when his back gets sore and in pain; he loves your back rubs, like he swears he's in heaven when you massage his back.

He may be tall and intimidating, but he's a giant puppy when it comes to you, and you may be short and cute-looking, but you will beat someones ass if you have to!

All in all, I could go on about even more with this, but I'll put it this way;

Ya'll balance each other out.

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[slutfordilfs200]

Headcannons~what they’re like in bed

Characters-Price,soap,konig,ghost,

Price- he’s very old fashioned and loves all to be able to see your face when having sex so missionary is one of his favourites. He likes seeing you roll your eyes to the back of your head and seeing your face when you cum, seeing your face when you cum literally makes him finish so quickly.He’s also very dominant and he likes to be called daddy cause there was once a joke going around base saying how price had a sugar baby cause he was caught by loads of feminine things like Lacey bras and perfume so everyone called him a sugar daddy. And let’s just say he liked it a lot because he got home after and fucked you over the kitchen counter and forced you to call him daddy. He’s not one to whimper but he definitely groans. Price also likes when you come over to visit him at the base wearing the tightest short dress you could find in your wardrobe. All the men turn to look at you,looking at your ass as your hips sway when you walk in your heels. He likes how you come in his office and massage his shoulders while he’s on the phone. He likes how you get down on your hands and knees while he’s on the phone talking about important stuff and suck his dick till he cums down your throat. And he loves how you leave and innocently say your goodbyes to everyone acting like you didn’t just suck their bosses dick.

Ghost- he loves being the dominant one in bed. He’ll fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for two days straight and he has to carry you everywhere.Once he even broke your headboard while fucking you but it’s fine cause he fixed it for you while shirtless so it’s a win win. He not loud in bed he sometimes lets a groan or moan come out but he doesn’t want to be that loud cause he loves to hear you moan and whimper.He also loves degrading you but also praising you at the same time saying things like “yeah that’s it you’re such a good whore for me baby.” But sometimes when he’s mad or angry at something he takes it out on you by fucking you and degrading you “Take my cock like a good slut, look at you already cock drunk you pathetic slag.” But it’s fine cause he makes it up with after care, cuddles and warm showers. After he’s done cleaning you up he cuddles in bed with your head on his chest while his hands stroke your hair. Ghost also likes to praise you hard after “you did so good sweetheart I’m so proud of you.”

Soap- Hes actually so romantic in bed he’ll go slow at first kissing your skin all over and whispering in your ear praises and compliments “I was thinking about you all day.” Or “you feel so good baby.” But if you do something like moan faster or harder he will go faster and harder. He switches up real quick 😭 when he’s being all romantic he holds your hands tightly looking into your eyes or putting his face between your neck but when he goes rough and hard he’ll have a hand wrapped around your neck and he’ll be saying the most dirtiest things like “does my bunny want me to be rough and fuck her like the slut she is.” He loves to finish rather inside you or on your tits no in between sometimes he likes to finish In your mouth. Soap has a sub side to and you both discovered it after the time where you called him a good boy while riding his face. If you moaned to soap “oh my god baby you’re such a good boy for me aren’t you.” While gripping on his Mohawk he’ll let you dominate him till the cows come home and he will be whimpering the whole time till he cums cause when he cums he lets out a slutty Whiny moan.

Konig- he’s definitely a switch when I comes to sex. Soft dom and slutty sub.But when he is a dom he’ll guide you through it and praise you while slightly degrading you “fuck liebling use your tongue like a good slut ~shit~ that’s a good girl.” He likes positions where he can you your ass jiggle so doggy is probably one of his favs but he also like cowgirl and missionary because he loves watching your boobs jiggle too. He’s so loud in bed he’s always whining and moaning and whimpering like a slut but it’s fine cause it’s such a turn on for you. When he’s in a submissive mood he Is a god at eating pussy and always give you head in every session you have. He loves when you sit on his face especially when you grind on his tongue. Most of the time when he’s eating you out hell cum in his pants like a needy teen and he will try hide it from but you always praise him for it instead of tease “oh did my good boy cum his pants from eating me out? You’re such a slut baby.” You say while you kiss his neck. He acts so submissive when he’s horny in public. Say you were in a store and he was needy he’ll grind his boner on your ass while your reading the ingredients to something while he whimpers in your ear. You’ll just turn around grab his face by the chin and say “look at you… you’re so fucking desperate for me.” Than you guys get home and you overstimulate him with a vibrator or while riding him not letting him cum.

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[divine--serenity]

ex husband!john price

The fan would not stop clicking in his mind, easing him into a sense of security that he would not otherwise see while on deployment. His blue eyes gravitated towards the manilla folder that was set neatly on top of his papers.

The bottom of the folder bulging slightly, as if a piece of metal was lodged between something. John shook the folder, hearing metal clink against itself. His fingers pinching down and feeling a ring.

Dread fills his stomach as he opens the yellow folder, two stacks of stapled papers sliding out and a ring he recognizes following behind. It piques his interest, the chain it’s hooked on is tangled from transportation across seas. The address for a popular divorce attorney is labeled in bright red ink on the upper right corner.

John’s eyes slowly fall shut as he begins to chuckle at your stupidity, “She wants a game of chase? She’ll get one.”

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[starandcloud]

Boops

To make it clear. Neither one of you were aware how, or even when, this started. The two of you were sitting at the table, drinking some coffee, relaxing and you just kinda... reached out and pressed your finger against his nose before whispering.

"Boop"

John looked at you, rather confused, before chuckling and returning the favor. His forefinger pressed against your nose as he, in a very amused tone, replied.

"Boop"

Now, that would've been a good place to leave it but you reached back over and repeated the action. The two of you weren't aware of how long it went on until Ghost, pretty annoyed, asked.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Simon's accent was heavy, and his voice made both of you stop and slowly look over at him before cutting your eyes at each other and laughing. Never actually giving Ghost an answer to what was going on. Just a sweet moment between you and your husband, nothing more than that

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[cmncisspnandmore]

Coming home to you: Captain John Price X Reader

Pairing: Captain John Price X Wife reader

Warnings: Slight OOC John (? maybe??), mentions of dead child, mentions of death, typical COD violence. Sad john.

A/N: This is probably going to either be a mini series, or maybe even a whole series. Im not entirely sure yet, but I cant get Farmer!John Price out of my head. So here it is. This first part kinda gives you a look into what I feel like can happen when missions are tough and John is able to come home to someone he trusts completely, what happens behind the scenes.

Word Count: 2412, On the shorter side, mainly setting the scene. next part will be longer.

You toe off your mud caked boots as you pull your hood off. Droplets of rain fall to the dark hardwood floors. Leaving a small puddle on the floor, a deep sigh leaves your lips as you look down at the mud tracks. You had just washed that this morning, which you wouldn't have done if you had watched the weather and knew that you were going to be getting rain and Gale force winds this afternoon. 

But while John was gone, you couldn't bring yourself to watch the News. There was always this dreadful turning in your gut when we tried to watch the News when he was on deployment. The kind of anxiety you feel when someone says they need to talk to you. You remember the first time you watched the News after you and John started dating, he was away on deployment. You had sat down on your small couch in your too small flat, curled up with a cup of coffee, and watched the morning News like always. It wasn't until they announced that a Military Helicopter had been shot out of the sky that you started to panic. 

You called John 8 times that morning, begging him to pick up the phone, to tell  you he wasn't on the helicopter. But he didn't answer once, it wasn't late that night that he finally called you back. Apologizing profusely for not being able to call you sooner, he spent almost 2 hours on the phone with you that night. Shushing you as you sobbed, telling him how you thought he was dead all day. John was patient with you, he explained it wasn't his helicopter that he and his team were safe. He told you how he couldn't receive cell phone reception until they got back to the base they were working out of, and how he was so sorry you went through that. 

From that moment on you promised to never watch the news while he was gone, you would wait for someone to tell you personally that something had happened. Because you never wanted to feel that way again. So now during John's deployments, no matter how long, the Tv in the living room remained off. 

“Pretty wet out there huh?” A deep voice rumbles, John's shadowy figure leaning against the wall, his boonie hat pulled down shielding his eyes in the dim lighting of the kitchen. 

“Bloody Hell!” you gasp, your hand flying up to your chest. Your eyes wide as you look up from your wet shoes. “You scared the hell outta me!” You scold, desperately trying to keep your smile at bay. 

John pushes off the wall, his blue eyes trailing up your body as he takes in your wet clothes and hair. “Just now, I didn't mean to scare ya, Sweetheart,” he smiles as he stands in front of you. His tight fitted gray shirt stretched across his broad chest, as he reached forward, pulling you into his arms. You instinctively wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into the center of his chest. 

“I missed you so much…” You mumble into the soft fabric, the scent of tobacco and his cologne flooding your senses. The nagging voice that constantly whispered all the terrible things that could happen while John was away finally quieting, as you held onto him.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m sorry I was gone so long… Things didn’t go as planned…” he clears his throat, as he pulls you a little tighter.

You pull back slightly so you can look at his face, in the dim lighting of the kitchen you can see how tired he is. Deep purple bags under his bright blue eyes, his skin a little paler, his usually well kept beard is longer and in need of a trim. “Is everyone okay? Did.. Did they all make it home?” You whisper, one hand coming up to rest along his cheek, your fingers smoothing down some of his facial hair, trying to tame the too long strands. 

“They all made it home Baby, Soap is a little worse for wear but he’ll be okay..” he leans down pressing a kiss to your forehead. You were always so worried about the members of his team, although they were around your age you were more like a Mother Hen to them.  Always fussing over them when you got to see them, even Simon allowed you to fiss over him. Price thought it was funny to see the hulking 6 '4 man follow your orders, you had even convinced him a few times to let you tend to a wound under his mask. He had of course only agreed as long as you did it in a private room so no one outside of the team could see his face. 

“How were things around here?” Price asks after a moment, pulling you back into him, tucking your head under his chin.

“It went well for the most part. Although I think something fell on one of the fences in the big back pasture on the edge of the property. I had put the sheep out there a few days ago and Mr. Watson showed up a few hours later with Michelle, his little herding dog and a few of our sheep. He said he found them standing outside his fences by his sheep.” 

“Well. first thing in the morning we’ll go out and check the fence line, i’m sure this storm is probably going to do some damage,” He mumbles, as the wind howls against the old farm house. The glass panes on the windows rattle as the wind whips around. Leaves and rain swirling across the ground as it pours down. 

After a few moments of listening to the rain and wind, you pull away from John. Reluctantly stepping out of his warm embrace, you pull your wet jumper off, leaving you in nothing but a thin t-shirt. The ends of your hair leave small water droplets on the thin fabric. “I didn't make anything for dinner..” you mutter as you glance around the kitchen, trying to mentally take inventory of what you can throw together for him. 

“Don't worry about it, Sweetheart, I’m honestly not that hungry,” John says softly, as he takes his boonie hat off. He tosses it onto the table and runs a hand through his hair, it's slightly longer than the last time you saw him. A little on the wild side much like his beard. 

“Are you sure?” You ask, brows furrowing. He was thinner than the last time you saw him, of course he was still a force to be reckoned with. To most people they wouldn't be able to tell that he had probably spent the last few weeks in the field, surviving off MRE’s, but you could. You knew John's body better than anyone. You had a habit of studying him while he was home, constantly trying to burn the memory of him into your brain, in case he didn't come home. 

“I’m just exhausted, Sweetheart, I was kind of hoping we could head to bed early.. I just.. I just want to hold you,” he scrubs a hand across his beard, blue eyes burning into you. There was something he wasn't telling you about his last mission, but you knew not to pry. He would tell you when he was ready, and if what he needed right now was to hold you then that's what you would give him. Without a moment of hesitation you lock the back door and grab his hand, pulling him towards the stairs. 

Even in the dark you could navigate the house with ease, you knew this house better than anyone. Maybe even better than John, with the sheer amount of time you spent cleaning and taking care of the old house while he was away. You did everything in your power to make the house as warm and inviting as possible for when he came back. As you reach the top of the stairs John's hands wrap around your waist. The warmth of his fingers seeping through the fabric of your shirt. He gently guides you towards your room, the door open revealing the spacious bedroom.

It was bigger than the other 2 bedrooms on the second floor, but it was still cozy. The four post bed against the back wall, the bay window on the left that was adorned with soft pillows and fuzzy blankets. A few stacks of books left on the floor, from the last time you sat there and read. The fireplace was stocked with wood and newspaper all ready to be lit. The glass doors open slightly to allow easy access for whoever was to light it. The soft gray duvet laid on the bed, slightly rumpled from where your elderly cat had napped on it during the day. The grumpy old barn cat had decided a few years ago he was going to be an indoor cat. 

He had run in one morning and refused to go back out, so now during the day when the sun was out you would often find him lounging on your bed. Basking in the sunlight, until someone came into the room. When night time came around he was often sleeping downstairs on his lavish cat tower you had ordered for him. Soaking up the warmth from the fireplace you usually had lit. 

As you walk into the bedroom John quickly releases your waist, crouching down next to the fireplace where he lights the newspaper. After a moment the wood catches and he closes the glass doors, the fire light flickering across his face as he stares into the flames. 

“John?” You whisper, coming to stand behind the tall man. Your arms wrap around his waist as you lay your cheek in the space between his shoulder blades.

“Hmm?” John hums quietly, his hands coming to rest over yours. 

“I know.. I know you don't like to talk about it..” you pause a moment, “but if you do want to talk about it.. I’m here.” 

“I know.. Im..” John fumbles over his words, “I..” his voice cracks. 

Your heart breaks as his voice breaks, his shoulders pulling tight as he struggles to contain his emotions. This massive mountain of a man was hurting, and there wasn't anything you could do to help. Your arms tighten around his waist as his breathing grows ragged, his large shoulders shaking slightly as he cries. You don't move, your head resting against his shaking form as you hold him. “Shh… it’s okay… it’s okay…” You whisper, as your own eyes burn with tears. 

John has always been calm, cool and collected on the outside. That's what made him a great leader. He was able to compartmentalize in the worst situations. He would never let the members of his team or even his enemies know that something had bothered him. He was ruthless on missions, and straight to the point. He was every bit the hardened soldier he needed to be on the battlefield. 

But at home, where he didn't have to be the grumpy superior of his team, he was softer around the edges. He was a man who cared deeply for those close to him. He wasn't a stone wall of impasse, it was here tucked away in the quiet of the countryside that he allowed his walls to come down. He allowed himself to feel the things he locked away while deployed. It was in the soft light of the fire that he showed you the parts of him that enemies would use against him. 

John Price was just as much a human as anyone else.

You wanted nothing more than to be able to erase the horrors that plagued him. To chase away all the horrible things he witnessed in the field.t. You stand there for a long while, continuing to whisper soft reassurances to him, your hands pressed flat against his chest as he struggles to pull air into his lungs between sobs. It takes him several minutes to be able to calm down enough to speak again.

“There was a woman… She.. got caught in the crossfire.. She was killed.. Her 6 year old daughter watched. We tried to help her but the girl was just too far gone after everything that happened, when we went back to the small village to look for anything that could give us a clue to where the man we are after went.. I found her.. She was just hanging there…” His voice cracks. “ A 6 year old little girl hung herself after watching her mother die.. And I just keep seeing her hanging there.. So small and lifeless..” He whispers, his voice hoarse as he relives the horrors of finding her. 

There's nothing you can say to make him feel better about what happened. There were no magic words that could take it away. There was no way of bringing the little girl back or making the scene erase from his memory. So you just guided him to the bed, having him sit on the edge. Gently pushing his shoulder so he laid on the soft fabric duvet. You climbed over him, curling up into his side, your head resting on his chest as you laid there. Allowing him to hold you against him. His arms wrapped around you, pressing the entire length of your much smaller body against him. The warmth from your body grounding him. John closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of you in his arms. 

“I’m sorry, I try not to bring this stuff home.. But I just couldn't stop thinking that maybe I was faster.. If I had gotten there just a moment earlier I could've saved her mom.. And in turn saved her. But I wasn't there in time. I wasn't able to help her..” He whispers.

“It's not your fault.. You didn't pull the trigger, you didn't know she would take her own life.. She was 6.. Not many 6 year olds would do that.. But the kids in those places. In the face of constant war and death… they’re sometimes already too far gone. It's not your fault.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest. 

“I know.. I just need some time.”

“Take all the time you need, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Next: Part 2

Taglist: @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

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[starryylies]

John price whimpers during blowjobs, this thought is killing mee

John price and his hairy girthy cock who’s head is red when hard his girth is 6 inches hard and 3 inches soft,

You start off by licking his happy trail which is the most prominent from him when he wears his hot lil’ buttoned shirts.

You notice his cock is still hardening, it’s a little soft but erect.

You don’t mind though, the softness of his cock brings good texture.

His cock filled with precum and sweat. You can’t help but feel your pussy beat at its own will.

You give a lil kiss his red angry head first and then continue giving it a good lil suck like a Lolipop. :))

his cock becomes hard in less than 30 seconds of contact with your mouth.

He lets out a soft groan, taking his paw like hands putting them on your head,

He moans out,

sweet intricate praises leaving his lips.

His eyes closed the entire time while your mouth is devouring his cock

Good girl darlin’

Oh yeaa fuck, keep goin’ for daddy

he groans out loudly, you can feel his cock twitching

You reach your hands down to his balls and fondle them softly.

“Oh fucckkkkkk princess don’t stop”

“Daddy’s gettin close sweetheart keep goin” he says in a raspy voice

You suckle on his red angry head, teasing his cock,

his cock twitches inside your mouth.

He starts losing control now :0

like an animal he starts bucking his cock into your mouth fucking it like a stupid animal in heat,

Praises fall from his mouth like sugar

Whimpers, moans and grunts fall like twinkles

trying to fucking your mouth so desperately

but how could he not :((

He whimpers out,

“Oh princess, fucking hell you’re makin daddy feel so good. Daddy loves you so much I love you”

He repeats these praises like an oath, an oath that John price will never break

You lick his shaft skilfully and feel his hard thick cock twitch inside your mouth,

His eyes closed but you were sure there were some tears forming in his eyes because his release was going to be explosive,

“Ugh princess I’m so close I’m close fuckfuckfuc”

Your name falls out from his mouth in a soft whine,

His self control leaves him and now his hips are slamming into your mouth

His cock twitches uncontrollably In your mouth,

White thick ropes of cum come out from his cock, his hips stutter and his legs fail to give him support as he falls back on the bed

Whines and whimpers fall from his lips.

Your name repeated like a prayer.

After cooling down, he looks at you still sitting so obediently down on your knees,

“Show daddy your mouth princess” he looks at you adoringly

You comply like the good girl you are and open your mouth,

his fertile warm cum is filled to the brim,

“Good girl now swallow” he commands

And you comply, swallowing his seed

His eyes don’t leave you, watching you like a hawk to make sure you drank all of his seed.

“Imagine wasting such warm seed sweetheart” he coos while he caresses your cheek with his hand

“You’re my Good sweet girl” he says softly looking at you

“Come on my lap, it’s your turn now”

“I’ll make ya feel like you’re in heaven princess” :3

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[vixen7243]

Lurking in the Shadows

Husband!John Price x AFAB!Reader | Obssessed!Ghost x AFAB!Reader

Part 2 | Part 3

MDNI!!!

Over the next few days Simon had very much settled himself into the grooves of your and Johns marriage, when John would get up in the morning Simon turn the both of you , pulling you in closer to him he would make quick work to stuff himself into you. He made sure that during the day he had you bent all over the house, every filthy, needy desperate thought he's ever had being played out, pouting when John would get home and your attention would shift to him, your attention being split and no longer solely on him. Tonight no different as John walked in and you got out of his lap to meet John at the entry way, kissing him, and helping him take his jacket off. "Hi love, how was your day?"

"Hello darling." John wrapped his arms around you pulling you in tightly, "It was well, gonna be staying late the next few nights though, just so you know."

"What? Why?" You pouted up at him, "You guys are leaving again so soon?"

John glanced up, the pout you were giving him being mirrored on Simon's, only deeper and directed at you. Picking you up he only smirked when he saw dinner ready, having wrapped your legs around his waist you repositioned when he sat down on the couch near Simon, "We aren't going anywhere, I just got some meetings and files to get caught up with."

"Promise?" You felt his hands pulling the waist band of the your his sweats down, after some shuffling he squeezed your ass pressing your front into him as he kissed the valley of your breasts.

"Yeah." Smirking into your chest when he noticed that when you reached your hand out to Simon's cheek and cupped it bring him to you, Simon's whole demeanor changed, making him perk up. "Knew you were needy for her for a while but Jesus Simon, never took you for a pouter."

Tensing up Simon looked at John, "Wasn't pouting."

"Doin an awful nice thing as to share my wife, could stand to let up a few moment for me to restuff this cunt when I get home." You moaned when one of his hands slid down your ass and back between your thighs, a days worth of Simon soaking your underwear waiting to drip down. "What do you say darling?"

"Yes, please I want you love." Kissing his lips and neck, you tugged his shirt up from the waist band of his cargo pants, "Fill me up." John let you remove his shirt and undo his belt and pants, your hand wrapping around his shaft pulling him out and jerking him up stiff.

Sliding your underwear to the side John guided your hips down onto him, groaning feeling Simon's cum help ease his cock into you, sliding forward a bit John started moving your hips against him. Bouncing with John's movements the squelching of Simon's cum coating your inner thighs and all of John's pelvic and thighs, whining as you pulled your tank top off you arched into John's mouth as he suckled on your nipple, feeling your walls flutter around him John started rubbing a thumb into your clit in rhythm with his thrust making you dizzy.

Simon felt hot, eyes watching as John's cock bullied up into you, making his cum cover the both of them, knowing that his cum was on his captain made Simon's cock twitch. Gripping himself through his jeans he rubbed himself through the thick material looking up to your face, eyes rolled in bliss, mouth agape, small huffs of breath leaving your lips. He had been working you up to that all day, loving how lost you get when cumming, his pride swelling each and every time you begged him for more. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat when you came around John, the force of your walls clenching around him making him quickly cum with you.

He seen how the two of you silently looked at one another before you both smiled at the same time and you slowly eased off of John, grabbing the collar of Simon's shirt and pulled him to you across John and started kissing him. Consumed into the kiss he didn't see as you jerked John, sliding your other hand up to the back of Simon's neck you guided him down still kissing him, pulling back you leaned down kissing and licking the tip of John's dick, dragging your tongue down the shaft before feeling Simon jerk his head freezing as you were bringing him down. "Be a good boy Si." Massaging his neck you gently guided him down watching as Simon slowly and hesitantly stuck his tongue out barely touching the tip of John's dick. Making your way back up and with Simon's tongue the both of you swirled your tongues around John's tip. After feeling Simon now easing more of John into his mouth on his own you suckled and fondled John's balls.

John groaned watching the both of you going down on him, smirking as you helped ease Simon into it, and huffing when Simon wrapped his lips around the head of his dick. You slowly pushed on his neck making him take a little more of John, you sat up and still holding Simon's neck you leaned into John's chest kissing him. "Isn't he doing such a good job hun?"

"Aye, right, good job lieutenant, urgh, you could take more, go on."

Simon never knew that getting this kind of attention from John would ever rile him up as much as it was, feeling his captain's cock twitching in his mouth, your hand sliding up into his hair Simon couldn't hold back the moan ripping through his throat vibrating around John also making him moan. Pushing little more before John rested his hand over yours he pushed quickly up and holding for a moment while Simon coughed surprised.

Getting off the couch you removed your hand and to Simon's surprise you rested on your knees between his legs trying to help him move his hips so you could undo his pants and tug them down slightly freeing his aching cock, when you started kitten licking his dick his mind fogged up with the sensation of getting his dick licked and sucked while simultaneously having one shoved in his own mouth. As Simon realized you were following his pace that he set to get John off he grew anxious and close, wanting you to go deeper and faster he took a breath through his nose closing his eyes and did his best to go at the pace he wanted you to go. Following his lead you looked up at John trying to focus but smiling as John grinned tightening his grip on Simon's head halting his movements, making Simon whine and thrust up into your mouth when you also stopped. Reaching his hand down to your hair and trying to guide you to continue bobbing your head only for John to reach over, grabbing his wrist and pulling it behind his back. "No, no, no. You'll take what you give lieutenant." Huffing and whimpering with his mouth full, John chuckled holding Simon's head still before setting the pace himself and thrusting up himself, Simon trying not to cough or gag the deeper John worked himself into his throat. "Good, like that lieutenant, quick learner aren't you. Knew you would make me proud."

Simon grunted as his cock started twitching in your throat, groaning trying to bob along John faster before you pulled back and pulled Simon off of John, both huffing looking to you, eyes dazed. "You're so close, I know baby, but you can't cum till John does." Simon groaned, opening his mouth to say something but you stopped him, wiping you thumb on his bottom lip, collecting his drool and all the fluids from when you rode John. "Not. Till. John. Cums." Smiling, you kissed him quick before letting him get back onto John, John mean while rolling his head back moaning when Simon continued. You got back down and took him back in your mouth moaning when John was working his hips up meeting Simon's mouth all while Simon pushed down a few times holding getting used to his girth, getting riled up even more as John continued to say HIS name and praise him.

Hearing John moaning Simon's name you clenched your thighs feeling Simon close again, as you stilled, holding his waist pulling back when he would try to thrust up. You heard Simon whining around John, chuckling around him when he gripped the base of John and was now more determined to get John to cum. John groaned, grabbing Simon's head and started working himself now close, "Don't tease him anymore darling, shit. Close, let him cum."

Moaning you started following John's thrusts while going down, feeling Simon now thrust also both grunting, Simon whimpered around John as the both of them came. Trying to swallow John's cum Simon coughed and grunted as John finished before letting go, letting him sit up gasping, John's cum going down his chin. You sat up smirking, swallowing all of Simon's cum, his cock having a glisten from your saliva.

Looking at John's messy cock you giggled, crawling up onto Simon's lap, using the tip of your tongue to collect John's cum and kissing Simon. "Poor baby, couldn't take all of it? Don't worry, you will. Practice makes perfect huh?" As Simon slowly nodded his head, you kissed all around his face using your thumbs to clean around his mouth. Using the space between the two you got down and took John into your mouth, cucking him in and using your tongue to clean him. Sitting up you hummed as John pinched your chin tilting your head back kissing you sweetly.

"Such a good girl." Pulling your leg over his leg John smiled when Simon followed his lead. Both their hands squeezing and massaging down to your filled cunt. Biting your lip you scooted your hips trying to get more comfortable when their fingers started working together, dipping their fingers into you, their other hands pulling your folds open more. Rolling your eyes back you moaned cupping your breasts, arching your back. "Did such a good job baby, just relax."

Huffing resting your head on Simon's arm you started jerking when both of them found your sweet spot, both working in tandem at the spot as you started gushing around them, the couch slowly getting ruined as when you moved to squeeze your legs they held you tightly. "Shit, there." Looking down you started panting as you tensed, cumming around their fingers, whimpering as their fingers started thrusting into you drawing your orgasm out a little longer. Slouching back into the cushions you groaned when they slide their fingers out and sucked their fingers clean. Looking up into the kitchen you laughed to yourself, "Anyone hungry for real food, dinner is done."

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[pinkslaystation]

Silent Smoker

John Price x You

nay's missing john price, so here's some fluff (?) anyone here comforted by smoking/someone else smoking? i'm not :/ - icl the smell is so repulsive to me, but i'm on my hands and knees for anything price does-

John knew you didn't like when he smoked. So, he avoided smoking.

Around you, that is.

He still frequently pulled out his cigars, lit them, and smoked them at the base, but when he came home he made sure to kiss your lips with his strawberry flavoured gum in his mouth, aware of your dislike it.

You hug him tightly, heart full of content now that your man's home, but you can't help but notice the slight scent of nicotine and whiskey coating his frame when you press up against him.

But you ignore it, you're both so tired, you from your regular 9-5 job, and Price, as a well-respected captain.

Price was aware you didn't like smoking. It reminded you of your neglectful parents, who you'd find preferred smoking over cuddling with their child. Or you're ex partners who'd just be smoking the day away as you struggled your way through university life.

So it came to his surprise when he found his half-used cigars lying around, on the bathroom sink, the ash tray, the balcony.

He knew the culprit would be you, I mean unless someone decided to break into your home, steal absolutely nothing, smoke his cigars, then leave, but he was confused on why and when you started.

Were you stressed? Were you bored? Were you curious?

Questions circulated John's head as he entered your bedroom after one busy day, 11 p.m. rolling by quickly.

"Love," he pressed his chaste kiss against your forehead before climbing into your bed, smile pressed against your head as your cuddle against his chest.

"John..." you mumble.

Yeah, you're the culprit. He can recognise that post-cigar smell from anywhere once your breath wafted towards his direction.

He pauses for a second, and sits up, causing you to look up at him, too tired to move. You tilt your head at him in confusion, and he swears his heart melts a bit.

"Sweetheart, you know you can talk to me about anything right?"

Your face bares a confused expression.

"The cigars-" he starts.

"Are you mad?" His heart breaks a little at your question.

"No! Of course not! I'm- I'm just a little confused. You always mentioned how you hated when I smoked, but you're doing it too- and that's okay!" he rambles, "But are you okay, I know we haven't talked much, we're both busy and stressed, and if there's anything I can do, I'd appreciate you telling me, I wan' to supp-"

You muffle his words with a kiss, smiling against his lips.

Oh John.

He sighs against you, sleep evading his eyes.

"Just a big stressed, no biggie, not a consistent thing." You mutter, pulling him back to laying next to you.

He wraps his arms against you, gently stroking your head, "You know you can always talk to me..." he mumbled against your forehead.

You smile at his kind words. Even when he's going through the most, he never fails to be by your side.

"I know, love, I know."

You both drift into a well deserved sleep, wrapped with the warmth of John's arms, and the faint scent of his cigars lingering around, knowing that this was a conversation for tomorrow.

JOHN COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU.

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[alistairsmonstercafe]

SFW Dragon of the East

NOTICE GN Lung Dragon / Eastern Dragon Hybrid Reader

CHARACTER Price X Reader

ADDITIONAL I don't mind Fem/Fem aligned readers reading but don't feel insulted/complain that I strictly don't do Fem reader, not my cuppa tea mate.

INSPIRATION @/Bluegiragi Monster AU on Twt and Tumblr & @/thegnomelord

NOTE I have tried my best to include many traditional aspects of the lung dragon in my own way, and will take any criticism if its not up to date to the history of the actual, lung dragon/chinese dragon culture, although I am asian, input is always perfect.

In the midst of the bustling 141 headquarters, you, had been their newest recruit. A Lung dragon—a different kind of dragon from his European heritage, Price noticed. And whilst there was quite the fascination of a different yet similar species, he couldn't help but find himself intrigued yet lucky. There was something about your calm demeanor and patience that caught Price's attention.

In most cases, dragons are considered fierce, strong, quick, easy to anger, and anything that isn't patient. And yet there you sat, your long, seemingly unscathed scales and beautifully fluffy tail laid lazily across your lap as you spoke to Soap. Not an ounce of anger or aggression to someone so close to you as the usual European dragon would be when first meeting new people.

Curiosity sparked, Price observed you, trying to understand your customs and ways, which seemed a bit different from what Price was used to. You had a knack for being seemingly the most grounded. You words flowed like water and your advice seemed endless. You didn't seem rookie, either, and he wondered for how long you had roamed the earth for, and your presence exuded a sense of tranquility, much like the calm after a rain shower.

Acknowledging their differences, Price aimed to show you his strengths—leadership, courage, and wisdom earned from experience as a way of perhaps, courting you. Testing you, seeing if you would rise to the challenge. He respected your background, trying to learn about the values and traditions that shaped the Lung dragon's approach to life.

Yet in your interactions, Price was surprised when you didnt go against anything he'd bring up to you, opting for agreeing and even adding to his plans, he was left dumbfounded, leaving him as he subtly expressed his admiration for your dedication to the team. While their cultural backgrounds differed, there was a mutual respect growing between them.

Ghost could only watch from a distance a smirk on his lips beneath his balaclava at the way Price's scales would shift as he spoke to you, the way he'd try to puff out his chest a little or even stretch his wings to prove the size of them.

Around the first month, Price noticed your fascination with pearls, large, almost black shiny pearls, he subtly tried to engage in your shared interest, albeit in his own way. He occasionally brought his jewels or rare treasures from his hoard in his office. Almost hoping you might reciprocate or rise to the occasion. When asked, you had called it a "Flaming pearl." Leaving him confused. Had you of blown flame into it? Was it something that was often kept warm? Yet your soft chuckle left him once again, in the dark.

His attempts at courting had backfired in a way, revealing your calm demeanor and willingness to foster understanding rather than competition.

Little had he knew that his attempts were seen by you more then he would have thought. Only smiling at his little attempts.

Slowly, Price began to realize that your approach to courting wasn't about winning or being superior but about mutual respect and cooperation. It dawned on him that your patience and willingness to aid him were gestures of camaraderie and a desire to build a connection rather than engage in a contest would be better. So he went for something softer. After all dragons could he as delicate or as rough as they wanted to.

The way your scales in certain parts would glow, to the way you formed clouds from your breath rather then breathed fire, the way you disappeared into water as if you were, water, made you all the more interesting. Watching even as you sparred, against someone like Soap, your fluid and quick movement, kept you from being hit easily.

In this realization, Price's approach to courting shifted. He began to appreciate your supportive nature, understanding that their connection wasn't about outdoing each other but about nurturing a bond that thrived on mutual respect and understanding, something that be was well familiar with.

Little did he know, that you wanted to court him back, a collection of finely polished pearls from the ocean had been building up in a glass case. Wrapped in a strong, seaweed bow.

The day you had given it to him was during a beach day with the 141, you were all having a late night barbecue. And you had given the case to him, the moonlight illuminating your figure and the warm fire lit up your face. You scales glowing in an intricate pattern. Soft and slow.

He accepted the gift, marveling at the beautifully, perfect yet imperfect pearls.

"Your actions aren't as hidden as you think." You joke, gently cupping his face, you feel his cheek warm up like a blaze, watching as Price turned to the side and coughed out a few puffs of smoke in embarrassment.

You were bad for his health, thats for sure. But with all the cigarettes hes used as a substitute for flame? He'd take you over any kind of drug.

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[strlingsav]

Relief

– John "Bravo Six" Price x F!Reader

— You help John relax after he comes home.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Requested: @thychuvaluswife

John came home with his shoulders slumped, a heavy sigh when he set down his duffel bag. He'd eaten dinner quickly and settled in on the couch to watch mind-numbing TV programs.

You were used to the quiet, tired demeanour he carried himself with after every return from deployment. It would take a few days for him to get back into the routine of civilian life- if only for a month or two before he would leave again.

Though this time seemed different. He held a frown, stress etched into the deep lines on his forehead, buried himself against the back of the couch and kept his responses short. You were at a loss, but desperately wanted to make things better for him.

He was likely overwhelmed, not only with work, but the conversation you'd had before he left. You'd asked John if he'd like to have a baby, or was ready, at the very least. He'd taken some time to think on it, a bit hesitant given his long absences and the uncertain, dangerous nature of his work.

You knew everything was weighing heavily on him. He'd said yes, he was ready- but you were doubtful. You desperately wanted him to be as ecstatic as you were, though the bags under his eyes made you a bit disheartened. You were sure he'd make an excellent father, but his indecisiveness made it difficult to imagine.

You hadn't brought up your doubts of his commitment again, unsure whether the reminder would add to the stress he was already carrying. There was a gap that had grown between you, you'd found yourself souring at his ambiguity. It wasn't what you wanted, nor what you pictured for your marriage. You missed him- deeply, and wanted more; you wanted him.

After a moment of reflection, you grew tired of watching him- of the silence, the aura of fatigue surrounding him. You rounded the kitchen counter, standing behind him as he sat on the couch, your eyes drawn to the back of his head. Your hands reached his shoulders, sliding down his chest as you leaned over beside him.

"You okay?" You asked, your lips next to his ear, hands pressed against his chest.

"'M alright, love. Tired, is all." He turned his head to look at you.

You nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent. You'd missed his smell, the feeling of his rough beard over your skin- even the redness on your inner thighs when he'd devour you.

He smelled of Cuban cigars and pine- likely a combination acquired while he was away. After a few more showers it would wear off, and he'd smell like the deep, rich tones of the sandalwood and ocean-water bodywash that seemed to rub off all over your sheets.

It was comforting, especially when he was away. You liked wrapping yourself in those sheets, burying your face in his pillow, surrounded by the smell of beard oil and shampoo he'd left behind.

You hummed with deliberation, moving your hair so you could press your lips to his neck, a soft kiss against his prickly skin.

"Can I do anything to help?" You whispered.

You hoped a soft voice and soothing kisses would draw his attention from whatever war was waging itself in the secluded corners of his mind. You wanted to talk, to force the frustration out of him, but you knew better than to pry- especially after deployment. You stuck to what you knew best, pleasing him, and accepting what he offered without contest.

He chuckled- "Can keep doin' that," He said back.

You smiled; it was the reaction you'd hoped for, one that made your stomach flutter. Regardless of how lacking your communication had been, you always wanted him- and he you. You left kisses against his neck as your hands flattened against his hard abdomen, inching closer and closer to his belt. You watched his eyes flutter shut, his chest heave as you undid the buckle.

"You're a good woman," He slurred, his head lowering to watch your hands.

"I know," You grinned.

He shifted his hips, a low grumble leaving his throat when you unzipped his pants, wrapped your hand around his cock. He was already hard, nearly throbbing in your hand with impatience.

Your lips on his neck, your hand moving up and down his cock- he planted his hands on his thighs, knuckles white as his fingertips dug into his jeans.

"Christ, love," He groaned. "I missed you."

Your tongue ran a delicate strip up his ear, teeth biting into the lobe as your thumb massaged the head of his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Missed you too," You mumbled.

Though vague, it didn't stop the leap your heart took.

"Come 'ere," He said, his eyes opening to look at you.

You stood up straight, ambling around the couch to stand before him. He leaned forward, grabbing hold of your waist and pulling you in, pressing his lips to yours as he tried to wrangle you onto his lap.

You shook your head as you pulled away, "I'm not done, baby."

You knelt before him, watching his eyes widen when your hands slid up his thighs, your lips enveloping his cock in the warmth of your mouth. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, your eyes meeting his as you took him deeper in your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed, suctioning your lips around his length as your head bobbed back and forth.

He spread his thighs, his arm hooking around the back of the couch as his other hand reached your head.

"Just like that, babe," He muttered.

You hummed appreciatively, lifting your hand to the base of his cock, twisting your wrist as your fist met your mouth. He grunted, his fingers splaying out across the back of your head.

Saliva dripped down his cock from your lips, pooling across his lap, your hands. It was messy, sloppy- loud noises of slurping and John's soft grunts of pleasure.

His mouth had fallen slack as he watched you, mesmerized by the way your lips looked wrapped around him, how your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him.

He hurriedly pulled his sweater over his head, leaving you in a haze of desire with the view in front of you; the patch of dark hair between his pectorals, the trail leading down toward his groin, defined muscles that lined his torso.

You could feel the heat emanating off of him, with redness in his cheeks. His palm was warm against the back of your head until he moved it to cup your cheek; his thumb traced the edge of your lip where it was taught over his cock.

Your own observations had you warm too; John's lips open, his eyes lidded and heavy with pure lust, chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath. The searing heat of desire spread throughout your body, pooling in your gut.

His head fell back with a groan when you showed more attention to his tip- sucking softly along the protrusions and ridges, the thick veins running up his cock. He shifted again, his thighs spreading as he took your jaw in a calloused hand.

"Take your trousers off," He muttered.

You obliged, throwing each leg over his lap, hands pressed against his firm chest as you closed in on him. His beard was rough against your face, tickling your lips as you enveloped his. He slid his tongue in your mouth, finding yours and tasting himself off of you.

One of his hands, that had been wrapped around your waist, moved to your inner thighs. He slid up further, letting his palm glide over the warmth of your pussy. He used a single finger, sliding it between your folds.

He hummed with satisfaction.

"You're bloody drenched, babe," He smiled softly.

You returned the smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"I enjoy taking care of you."

"See that," He grinned. "Lean forward, love."

Although it threatened to ruin the burning heat between you, maybe even his mood, too, you had to remind him you'd stopped all contraception, and he would be running a risk- one you weren't sure he was prepared to handle.

"You remember I'm not on the pill anymore, right?" You asked, hesitant eyes lifting to meet his gaze.

He raised a brow. "I've got every intention of gettin' you pregnant. Now- lean forward for me."

Your cheeks flushed; as if you hadn't felt warm before, you swore your temperature rose more than a few degrees. Your lip between your teeth, you nodded shortly.

As if he hadn't already left you yearning for him the last few months, his words served only to stoke the burning embers in your gut.

You perched forward, hands clinging to his slick shoulders as he situated his cock at your entrance. He moved to your hips, his hands applying pressure as he helped you open up, swallow his cock.

"Christ almighty," He sneered, his jaw clenching as his cock was enveloped with warmth and unbelievably silky walls.

Your jaw fell open, a breathy gasp escaping your lungs when you felt him stretch you out, fill you entirely. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your hips rolling forward as soon as he was buried inside you.

"John," You choked out, your throat dry.

Your head fell back, and his hands reached your shirt, unbuttoning your blouse. He let it fall open, the cleave of your breasts visible between the gaps in your shirt. His eyes dropped to your breasts, his head falling in to bite at your chest, lick the wounds he'd left behind.

"Fuckin' brilliant," He muttered, pulling you closer. "I've missed you, so bloody much."

His lips attached to your neck, rough, hungry kisses devouring your soft skin. You could hear his ragged breaths in your ear, feel his hips tilting upward so he could help thrust into you.

"Ohh my god," You slurred against his neck, grasping at his back. "I missed you too, John," It came out in choppy gasps, your mind still playing catch-up with your body.

His hand grasped at the flesh of your ass, fingers gripping harshly, pushing and pulling you across his lap. His other hand reached between your joined bodies, letting his fingers find your sensitive bud.

The added stimulation made you gasp- lungs burning with oxygen deprivation, your body warm and covered in perspiration as you pressed against him. His head was pressed against your collar bone, hunched over as he drove his hips into yours.

"That's it," He cooed. "Jesus, you're tight, love."

"Fuck, John, please," You whimpered, broken and desperate. "Harder- I need it."

He growled, frustration and pleasure combining to create a hungry sound from his lips. He lifted you, swiftly pinning you on the couch cushions beneath him. He slid back into you, his head cocked as he watched your eyes roll back with every slow stroke.

"I needed you," You breathed, biting down on your lip to suppress a moan, your head pushed back against the cushion. "So badly- fuck."

"I'm here," He said, shushing you with a haphazard kiss against swollen lips. "Always here."

His fingers dove back down, the lubrication from your drooling pussy made it easy for him to massage circles over your clit.

His cock was pressed against your walls just right, rubbing just enough to create a delicious friction. His arm reached above you, clinging to the arm of the couch, thrusting into you with a faster pace. He could see the tightness in your brows, your lips open as you focused on nothing other than him above you.

"Goddammit," He murmured. "Listen to this cunt. Been neglected while I was gone, eh love?" He was out of breath, between his own feelings of pleasure and exertion as he drove his hips into you.

You nodded, eyes watery with the stimulation, cheeks hot to the touch. Your blouse had fallen open, leaving you vulnerable to John's ravenous gaze, starved eyes that studied you.

"Not the same," You breathed, your legs lifting to wrap around him. "Not the same without you."

"That's what I like to hear," He grinned softly. "No more o'that. Daddy's home."

Your head fell back further into the couch, your back arching as your orgasm approached at a torturous pace. His notoriously filthy words created a tension you were aching to relieve. You felt the flutter of its beginnings, a knot in your stomach that tightened with every thrust.

"'At's a good girl," He uttered. "Cum for daddy."

You shivered, your head falling back, driving your hips up, harsh breaths passing your lips with every roll of his hips.

John watched your breasts bounce behind the sheer fabric of your blouse, the sweat dotting your forehead, the gentle flush in your cheeks from exertion. He grunted, harsh and hungry, even more motivated to feel you cum around him.

"Shit," You drawled, your voice breaking.

Your abdomen was even tighter now, working toward the unmistakable feeling of your orgasm. His fingers hadn't stopped, making it even easier to fall into the pleasure-filled stupor.

"Cum for me, babe," He whispered, feeling your pussy begin to flutter around his cock. "Cum on daddy's cock."

Your gasps and hiccups, too incoherent to take a solid breath, hit his ears and sent a rush of blood to his cock.

"Y-yes," You whined. "Yes. So close."

He finally felt you clench down around him, your body freezing while your orgasm ripped through you. Your eyes had fallen shut, focusing solely on the ecstasy radiating from your pussy, drifting further out as it descended into a muted pleasure.

You sucked in another breath, feeling John push himself closer between your thighs so he could better thrust into you.

"Almost there, love," He whispered, strained with effort and determination.

You nodded, still a bit disjointed following the efforts of your climax.

"Please," You muttered, hanging onto him with a weak grasp, now. "I want it- please."

The sounds of your docile voice in his ear, begging him to release inside you, had him cumming only moments later. His hips were flush against yours, forcing his cock deep inside you until he stopped twitching.

You exhaled, your hands lifting to his neck, soft strokes on his glistening skin. He dropped his head to your collarbone, pressing his lips to your neck.

"Bloody Christ," He looked down at you, breathless. "'Spect you'll be waddlin' around in no time." He offered a goofy grin, the crease between his brows deepening as he smiled.

"We can only hope," You laughed. "We might have to try it again if not." Your nose nuzzled against his jaw.

"I've got no problems with that, babe," He kissed you softly, his hand shifting to hold onto your thigh.

You smiled into his lips, reaching around his neck to pull him down onto you.

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