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Today’s character that selfshippers should consider F/O-ing is:
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The Unknown from Willy's Chocolate Experience!
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John Price (37) with a younger s/o
requests are open, folks! let's get this show down the road!
- Can't sleep in to save a life. His body's just too disciplined and used to waking up at ungodly hours that even if he's exhausted as all hell, his eyes will stay wide open.
— During nights like that, he'll pull you to his chest and just lay there, rubbing circles on your shoulder till he sees a peek of light through the window.
— Has the urge to kiss and touch your features but never pulls through out of fear you'll wake up.
- Cooks breakfast most of the time he's home. He's a simple cook, he's not delusional about what he can achieve after months going with nothing but ration packs on his tongue.
— Actually a really good cook despite his modesty. But his coffee is reigning champion, it holds your heart captive. You've tried (and failed) to find something that could compare to your boyfriend's brew.
— Has often joked you're dating him because of his coffee. A kiss to his lips and a tug on his underwear shuts him right up.
- Definitely established beforehand that he has firm boundaries that you were not to cross. Mostly inconsequential things like "don't get into my office" or "don't dig through my stuff without me" because his job is not for your curious eyes. John doesn't want you anywhere near his line of work. Man is a lover, sure, but John and Captain Price are one in the same.
- Your first kiss with him was definitely under candlelight. Man is romantic to a fault, you hear?
- Ok, listen, he's 37 in this headcanon list so I'll be expanding on some of his anxieties about his age which I didn't tackle in the last one where I based it on him being 50-60
— If you're younger than him by a wide margin (23 and so on), he'd be wrecked with worry sometimes. Doesn't let it show and his skills at maintaining a poker face remains true but he's definitely explored threads of thoughts that went: you could do better than him, he was an old man, were you satisfied with him, you should be someone your own age.
— It doesn't quite plague him, but it's a concern he thinks about after sex and you've drifted off. Acknowledges that you're smart enough to think your decisions through but logic has no sway over emotions.
— He's not as self-assured with himself, still a little influenced by the thought that 40 is the end all be all stage of his life. And you're so young, still bright and brimming with potential he feels he's already spent.
— If he voices this concern out (a likely thing to happen) and you just stare at him all confused, pretty eyes wide and holding tears at bay, his heart will break.
— "Love," his hands were tentative, almost faint against your skin as he held you. You couldn't get his words out of your mind, 'you should be.. someone closer to your age, darling. Don't humor an old man like me, yeah?' You shook your head, pushing his hands away and laying him on his back, your weight over his stomach.
— "Stupid, stupid, stupid," you whispered, tucking yourself beneath his chin. "I'm not… humoring you. If anything, you're humoring me. You're so handsome and smart, you always seem to know what to say and do, you're the perfect boyfriend and sometimes I feel like a child around you. You're so capable and-"
— John stopped working for a while as you continued your tangent about how he was the man cut from your dreams and listing out the qualities you liked about him the most and why.
— "And, even if you drink, you never come home drunk and always—" he kissed you silly. Best know it leads to mind shattering sex that makes your neighbors side-eye John when he goes out even a week after.
- You made him take the MBTI test once when you both weren't up to anything and he was extremely confused at your blank look when he got ENTJ. Definitely murmured complaints about it being too long.
"What's this mean, darling?" He asked, tilting the phone your way. "You're such a stereotype, John."
He makes you take it back >:))
- Does not understand trends but is willing to listen if you attempt to explain it to him. Your home has a whiteboard propped up on the wall next to his map for the sole reason of you getting to lecture him about them. In the end, he'll just blink and take a long sip of his coffee and send you a raised thumb. Poor baby just doesn't get the half dozen references to other previous trends to understand the current one.
— Has social media platforms on his phone but barely uses them and never really changes his profile pictures either.
— All of his profiles are either named 'John Price' or some other close variation like 'JohnPrice01'
— "Uncle John! Do you have games on your phone?"
— (He does. He downloaded some for them. He loves his nephews and nieces.)
- Speaking of family…He's a family man, through and through, he definitely wants to be a dad. Doesn't care if they're biologically his or not. He thought it to be a dream long dead till you came along and suddenly renewed his hope.
— "'Bout time you get one of your own, John." He was broken out of his dazed stupor by his younger brother's voice and a gentle nudge to his ribs. He blinked, the realization that he'd been staring unblinking at you playing with his nephews and nieces sinking in. "Reckon they'd agree?"
- Was an ugly baby. His brothers and their relentless pursuit to show you every damned picture of him as a kid is the bane of his existence during holidays. Curls up next to your side on the sofa and begs you to stop looking at them.
— "But look at the handsome man you've grown into, John!
— "Darling, please.." He murmured, the tips of his ears flushed red.
- Is not against bending you over his knee and smacking your ass for minor teasing. Truthfully, he could give less of a damn about your jabs, he just really likes your ass and will never pass up a chance to see them jiggle after a good slap. Unashamed to admit it if you question him.
- Has a caffeine addiction to go hand to hand with his nicotine addiction. Looks offended at the mere sight of tea.
— "Aren't you supposed to be British?" He scoffed, dragging your trolley past the aisle stacked full with tea blends. "I have taste."
- If you ask nicely, he can be a real mean bastard during sex. Not the condescending type of mean but more so the one that looks almost disappointed at you when you beg him to stop. Overstimulates you till you're crying and just looks bored as if his cock isn't taking you apart.
— "Can you do it or no?" he asked with such bland professionalism that it brought a fresh onslaught of tears to your eyes. When you went to nod, one of his large hands cupped your jaw with a harsh grip and made you meet his eyes on the mirror in front of you. "Suck it up."
- Gets stupidly jealous when you get crushes on celebrities. He knows it's fleeting appreciation for their faces most of the time and he doesn't feel any actual offense but it still itches that one little part of him.
— If you have a tendency to take a liking to older celebrities, he's going to see the pattern extremely quickly. Don't underestimate his mind, you don't stand a chance.
— "I'm beginning to see a preference here, love.." he eyed you, a spark of amusement as he crossed his arms. "Mind confirming my suspicions for me?"
- Has heard the "how much does he pay you?" comments far too often. He was no fool, he was most definitely expecting them to come but Christ, he didn't think they'd be made so often. You're definitely more bothered by them than him. Has had to physically restrain you from pouncing on grown men to "avenge his honour."
— He doesn't pay any heed to your whines that he should he more bothered because he knows he's the one fucking you till there's nothing inside of that pretty little head of yours except how good his cock makes you feel.
Plus, he thinks you could make a decent amount of cash if you decided to do OnlyFans. You're very pretty.
- Not a big fan of sweets of any kind but will buy a few here and there when he's deployed to bring home to you.
- Will not be happy if his leave is cut short by a phone call from either HQ or Laswell. Soap and Gaz tend to behave when he comes in with a hard glare and fresh from a flight. They're not glad about it as well but really, riling up the Captain after he's had to leave his little birdie back home with no further warning is asking for trouble.
- If you get along nicely with 141 (if you ever do meet the team),he'll be really happy. He knows there's always a chance you'll be in harm's way just for the sheer fact that he's with you and if you're ever taken from him, his team will be right behind.
— Slightly regrets it when he sees you take on Soap's challenge to one of his infamous drinking games. They've started a wager that Johnny'll be first taken by alcohol poisoning before a bullet ever does.
— Regrets it even more when Gaz immediately begins asking for your username on every platform known to man.
- When he proposes (it's a when, not an if because he's gonna marry you goddamnit) and you start crying? Best know he'll actually have to stifle a sob himself.
— You two were a mess, full of laughter and tears as you nodded and he tried to sneak in as many kisses as he could.
- His cigarettes and the products for his beard are expensive, it probably takes the bulk of his expenses. He definitely has more money than he knows what to do with (he doesn't have much stuff he wants to spend on) so if you're going out, he'll give you his card and just give you a vague upper limit.
— I don't care what anyone else says but John was definitely raised in an upper middle class family. He already has the atrocious fashion sense going for him.
— Will be all happy if you buy him a hat.
— "John, baby, it's your money." He really doesn't give a fuck.
— When his closet starts looking more decent and starts matching better (Gaz notices first), they definitely immediately point fingers at you. There was no way their Captain did it by himself.
- Has an impressive watch collection. Will never take them to any of his missions.
- When he heard some random bloke say unkind comments to you and saw how much it got to you, he resorted to blowing a puff of his smoke in their face. Decking a civi isn't a good look for a Captain, much less one as highly regarded as John, so he goes and be a pest and shows his SAS ID.
— The both of you are left alone for the majority of the night. He's highly amused by the bartender's stiffness and shoots you multiple looks.
- Vaguely entertained the thought of wearing a hat to the wedding.
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Price randomly going “hold onto my hat for me.” placing his hat on your head and walking away without saying anything else because he likes when you wear his hat. You can’t keep it though.
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your hate sex with konig was freakin hot. can we see one with ghost and price too? pretty please? thank you.
HATE SEX WITH PRICE
when you ask so nicely, how could i refuse? sub price just to warn y’all
[JOHN PRICE VERSION] you're here!
[SIMON RILEY VERSION]
[KÖNIG VERSION]
"care to repeat yourself?" your captain is practically seething, words coated in venom as he stands over you.
he's caged you in against the wall and despite the anger coursing through your veins, your survival instincts are blaring red lights. trembling fists by your side, you set your jaw and growl. "get me out of this team."
you know it takes him aback, eyes widening for a fraction of a second but it's all you need. stepping forward, you curl your fingers over the collar of his shirt and drag him down to meet your eyes.
"i quit, you piece of shit."
"what? you angry at me for saving your fuckin' life, is that it?" he doesn't fight you, lets you feel the searing warmth of his breath. "don't be a brat. if i didn't move you—"
"i had a clear line shot!" your scream echoes across the room, a haunting undertone with the way desperation bleeds out of you, frustration boiling over. "nothing was stopping me, he was right there, i could've—"
john knocks his forehead against yours, uncaring for the wince it earns him. "you couldn't have done shit."
you think that's it for a second, an outright refusal but then he continues. "this team raised you," his voice is low and rough, a cocked pistol to your heart. "and you want to leave now? i've heard funnier jokes."
for a moment there's only shallow panting, breaths tangling with each other as the silence trembles. "...say that to me again and see where it gets you.."
you're even angrier at the mocking grin that pulls at his lips, chilling blue looking down at you. "you're nothing without 141, rookie."
hours later, you have him under you, all pretty and panting as you squeeze out another orgasm from his spent cock. john's long gone, lost in the fog of your scent and touch.
he lets out a broken whine, fighting against the cuffs around his wrist. it's futile, he barely registers the thought, feeling the cold metal dig against his raw skin.
"c'mon then captain.." he would've bristled at your goading tone if not for the exhaustion that weighed him down, if not for how his body surrenders itself to you completely. as it was, the irritation stayed a mild simmer in the bottom of his stomach. ".. give me one more."
"fuck, no more, no more, please—" he squeezes his eyes tight, brows furrowed, burning tears trailing down his cheeks. his shoulders tremble and the vein on his neck bulges as he grit his teeth.
he's not sure he can give you one more, doesn't even know if there's anything left he can give you.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.." his cries fill the room, breathy and apologies slurred together, arms flexing against his restraints when you press your thumb against his slit.
"mhhpf-!" john chokes on a moan, pushing his hips up to meet your warm hand despite his continuing complaints of it being too much.
"that's it, my sweet boy.. " you whisper, crowning the head of his sensitive and throbbing cock with your walls.
his head drops when you bottom out, eyes rolling back when you purposefully contract your muscles to squeeze his release out of him. john's tongue feels too heavy, all twisted and limp, to even put up a small resistance against the burning pleasure of you around his throbbing cock.
"you're nothing without me, you hear?"
he nods, leaning into your touch when you comb a hand through his hair, head too fuzzy.
he feels the rush of his orgasm pull him apart, back arching and muscles tensing as he babbles a senseless string of,
"nothing, nothing, nothing.."
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(when Y/n first met the captain of 141)
Y/n: *calls Price “sir”*
Price: just call me Captain
Y/n: sorry, sir. I mean Captain… sir
Price: Captain
Y/n: Mr. Captain
Price: no- okay, try Price
Y/n: P-Price…
Price: yes
Y/n:
Price:
Y/n: …sir
Price: oH MY GOD-
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“Oh Ghost’s ass-“ “Ghost has great ass-“
“Soap’s tits are huge-“ “Soap’s chest is loaded-“
WHAT ABOUT PRICE HUH?!
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WHAT. ABOUT. JOHNATHAN.
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AHHHHHHH
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P l e a s e
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I have something inappropriate to say..
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Wow, this character is surrounded by an aura of tragedy.
I need them carnally.
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one kiss (is all it takes)
At first, you regretted agreeing to going to the game with the boys. Turns out a hockey game can be a lot more interesting than you thought.
Or; You and Price get caught on a Kiss Cam.
Pairing: Captain John Price x Reader
rbs greatly appreciated!
WC: 1.5K
a/n: i have no idea how a hockey game - or the military - works. anyways. this was written in an hour, is barely edited and not beta read lmao
tags: just pure fluff and Soap being a smug lil bastard :))
Sighing, you looked at yourself in the mirror one more time, accepting that yes, you did look as tired as you felt, but at that point you had no choice but to make your peace with it and try your hardest to rock those dark eye circles. At least you supposed your outfit looked presentable enough, since even if you were incredibly tired, you still felt like putting some effort into your appearance, telling yourself it was for no particular reason - or person - at all.
It had happened a couple of hours before. Sitting inside the bar across the street from the dingy hotel you and your teammates were staying after a successful recon mission, Soap and Gaz had disappeared for some time, returning later with a couple of tickets to a local hockey game. You found it best not to question how they got those, and, to be honest, you never pegged either of them to be into hockey, much like yourself, but Soap seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to tell him you were not looking forward to it one bit. Admittedly, you suspected the same thing happened with Price, who accepted the invitation somewhat hesitantly - you knew north american sports weren’t really his thing - and you admired Ghost for just saying ‘no’ to Soap’s face before returning to his cup of bourbon without another word. So that led you to where you stood at the moment, regretting falling into Soap’s trap and longing for your hotel bed that looked oh so comfortable. A knock on your door took you out of your reverie. Opening it, you found the devil himself standing outside with a smirk on his face.
“Hey, L.t. Ready to go?”  You rolled your eyes playfully at Soap’s nickname for your rank, humming in response while you fetched whatever you needed to go out from your room - making sure to grab a coat. 
Gaz and Price were already at the end of the corridor, waiting for the elevator, and, after greeting them both with a wave of your hand and a smile, you had to pretend to be very interested in the instructions written on the fire extinguisher by the wall to avoid gawking at your superior. It wasn’t often you got to see Price out of tactical gear and without his beloved boonie hat, and the sight of him in a basic and slightly too tight t-shirt under his jacket was doing things to you. Being pushed close to him in the impossibly small elevator once it arrived, too cramped for four soldiers to fit comfortably into, did not help you in the slightest. 
A short car ride later - and somewhat silent, since Soap had lost his aux cord privileges after the last time - you stood in front of the arena, swerving your way between the other attendees, except clearly less excited to be there. As the four of you looked for your seats, you wondered how long it would take for them to notice if you bolted to go back to the hotel and sleep, but decided against it. Soap and Gaz took the first two seats side by side, leaving you to sit at the other end, with Price on your left, and you found it both a blessing and a curse. As he removed his coat, clearly feeling too warm with the amount of people around, and left his bulky (and hairy) arms visible to the world, you decided it was more of a blessing. Not feeling like committing an HR violation, you scolded yourself to stop ogling at your unaware superior, too lost in your musings to realize he was side eyeing you with a knowing smirk. 
The first period flew by. You had no idea what were the teams names, you just know they were currently sitting at 1x0 when the first intermission rolled around, and, surprisingly, you were having a lot of fun. The crowd’s high energy and Soap’s enthusiastic cheering - even though he had said in the car he had no idea who was playing - was enough to make you momentarily forget how tired you were from the mission, and the fact it happened altogether. It was very rarely you got to enjoy some down time with your teammates, and that alone made you feel glad you accepted Johnny’s invitation.
Checking the time on your phone, you started scrolling through the various notifications, getting so immersed in the screen that you didn’t notice the way people around you were suddenly staring in your direction. Feeling observed, you looked up to the sight of people hollering and cheering around you, and, for some reason, Soap was angling his body out of his seat to look smugly at you, to which you only replied with a quizzical arch of your brow, receiving a nod upwards in response. Looking at the direction he nodded, you realized the huge screen in the middle of the stadium now displayed a banner written “Kiss cam.” 
Directly under a live feed of you and Price. 
That definitely could not be happening. 
Your blood froze, and you felt like you were both on fire and ice cold at the same time, trying to process what was going on in seconds. Instantly your brain conjured images of you watching with a side eye as Price rejected you publicly to the camera, probably sneering and making a “cut it out” motion with his hand, as if kissing you was something incredibly unimaginable. However, none of those visions came true, since, when you gathered the courage to actually look over to him - with what you imagined was a very wide eyed and flustered expression - he was actually calmly chuckling and smiling with that damn good looking smile of his. Looking this closely you could swear you saw a faint hint of red on his face as he turned to you with a very gentle gaze, clearly considering the idea and giving you a silent chance to back away if you didn’t feel comfortable with it. Of course, you knew that you would never even dream of shying away from an opportunity to kiss your very attractive Captain who you absolutely did not have a huge crush on, but he didn’t need to know that just yet. 
So, seeing no resistance from you, he leaned in closer and brought one of his huge hands to rest delicately holding your face, as if you were made of glass, and you felt like your heart stopped beating. Up close like this he smelled faintly of the cigar he liked to smoke and cologne he must have put on when you returned from the bar to get ready to leave for the game, and his blue eyes never looked so intense. You saw him smirk when you leaned in to meet him halfway before letting your eyes flutter close and your lips finally meet.
Kissing Captain Price was even better than you imagined. His mustache tickled your top lip and, in the background, you could hear the cheering of the crowd - particularly Soap’s hollers and someone, who you imagined was Gaz, wolf whistling - but you drowned it all to focus on the feeling of John’s lips moving against yours in a kiss that lasted a second, but felt like an hour inside your head. As you expected it, he did taste exactly like the cigar he smelled as, and a hint of mouthwash, and you found yourself embarrassingly sighing into the kiss. 
You decided you could spend a good few hours just kissing your Captain, but any second longer would be positively awkward for your audience, so, regrettably, you broke the kiss, almost going insane by the way he chuckled lowly against you before leaning back as well, giving the camera an uncharacteristic almost bashful smile. So much for not committing that HR violation. You didn’t find the courage to look anywhere, much less the damn camera, so you pathetically stared at your shoes instead, very aware of the way your face felt like a thousand degrees and you must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Distantly, you felt Soap’s eyes on you, burning holes in your face with what you imagined must have been the smuggest smile ever, but you didn’t turn to confirm your suspicions. 
Within seconds, the kiss cam had moved on, as well as the entire crowd, and you were the only one still dwelling on it as everyone cheered on another couple put on display. Trying to convince yourself it meant nothing, you shook your head and tried to pay attention to what was going on in the arena, something cut short when John Price himself discreetly leaned over for your ear, not turning his body or taking his eyes off the screen above you.
“You know,” He started above a whisper with his deep, gruffy voice. “If I knew you were such a good kisser, I’d have done this a lot sooner.”
With that, he leaned back into his seat, hand crossed above his stomach and a satisfied smirk on his face as he pretended not to notice the way you stared at him with wide eyes and your mouth gaping open like a fish.
That was going to be one long hockey game.
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I wanna hold John Price’s face in my hands. Tell him he’s my big bear and that I love him very much. And his beard, love that beard.
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Imagine endearingly bonking your forehead against your f/o’s like a cat.
Imagine them subconsciously doing it back to you whenever you’re close enough to each other.
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🚫pr*ship c*mship dni🚫
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I’m about to f/o ghost from call of duty don’t look at me
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I don’t think you understand I am going to grab Obi Wan’s face and kiss him not in a ‘kissing in the rain romcom’ way like in a ‘heath ledger almost breaking jake gyllenhall nose on the set of brokeback mountain’ way
I am going to grab Obi Wan’s face and kiss him
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I am going to grab Obi Wan’s face and kiss him
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@pscentral mini event: get to know the members
✧・゚:* he’s beauty, he’s grace ✧・゚* [a remake of this set but taken literally]
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BAMF Obi-Wan saves Cody 
Star Wars: The Clone Wars → Season 7 Ep 9 Old Friends Not Forgotten
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This is Obi-Wan Kenobi: A phenomenal pilot who doesn’t like to fly. A devastating warrior who’d rather not fight. A negotiator without peer who frankly prefers to sit alone in a quiet cave and meditate.
“And you, Master. What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?” “Infinite sadness,” Obi-Wan said, even while smiling.
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