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cupidssorbett · 3 months

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COD CHARACTER DICK ANALYSIS.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ COD Characters x Reader.

Characters Included: John Price, Ghost “Simon” Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, and John “Soap” Mactavish.

Summary: Title says it all!

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Note: This is part 1 of not sure how many but I saw these kinds of things for other characters so I’m doing it for these guys! just know more prompts will be coming as well as other things! :)

Content/Includes: In the title! PS remember that this is just what I think and everyone has different opinions!

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Price:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 8 inches flaccid and 9 erect, NOW HERE ME OUT, he’s 6’0 from what I learned on Google and I mean, do you see and HEAR this man? He’s a captain, he’s got those mutton chops, he’s absolutely got something that slaps his thigh when he walks.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: He’s not skinny, and he’s not split you open girthy, it’s that good median some where between that gives you that good stretch but isn’t painful.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: Price isn’t PALE pale so down south he’s got a little tan to it, his tip is just a bit darker compared to his dick, like if I have to give a hexcode AND I WILL, it’s #D29A7C.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: Do you see those mutton chops?? He is neat and tidy, his carpet matches the drapes in a sense of being not messy or anything just neat and all put together.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: VEINS, UGH, you can’t look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn’t got a few veins along the bottom and on the side. A few thick ones that rub just right when riding him, he’s also got not majorly noticeable curve but a slight curve to it.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He’s a giver, I saw someone say this I wholeheartedly agree, he’s a giver, he likes you riding him and taking it as you please his hands on your hips as you set your pace.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

“There ya go, slow— Oohh— Steady there love.” He breathed out with a slight chuckle, hands finding purchase right on your hips occasionally rubbing down your thighs. “Fuck— Doesn’t matter how many times I ride you I still can’t get over the stretch.” you laughed out as you slowly sank down with his help as he breathed all kinds of praises with that smile on his face.

Eventually you were buried to the hilt deep within him, your velvet heat clutching him, “God knew you could do it— Never fail to impress darling.” Price chuckled before you redirected his hand from your hips to your stomach the slight bulge in your lower catching him off guard, the groan that emitted from his throat was down right dirty. “God damn you know just how to rile me up, I suggest you hold on huh?” He chuckled deeply.

Ghost:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 7 flaccid, 8.5 hard, he is big but he’s not BIG, you feel me? He’s got that good even, and you best believe he knows how to use it. I mean hello?? Look at him? Anyways I stand by it, 7 flaccid, 8.5 hard.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: He’s a buff lad because we’re taking mw2/3 ghost with those man tits and big ass arms, he’s definitely thick, split you open thick in a sense.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: With his mask and such I would like to say he’s pale so his dick might be slightly pale as well his tip color though would be slightly darker like, #FAC3B3 & #D69786.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: See I like to believe his hair is shorttt beneath his mask so he would also keep it kinda clipped and short not exactly long or like out there, he’d had it pretty maintained like a little scruff maybe.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: Two words, God yes. Curved up just slightly with veins on the underside and one on the front side.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He seems like the rough types and if he’s busy but needs you so and he’ll face fuck you while your head under his desk.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

His grip was tight on your hair as you allowed him to move your head back and fourth as you braced your hands on his thighs. The obscenely wet sounds of your spit & precum shined lips gliding and wrapped around his cock.

“Look at you— *fuck* — such a mess around my cock huh? Little fuckin’ cocksleeve practically.” Ghost chuckled deeply in his chest as he lowered your mouth fully down onto his length causing a little gag from you as you gripped his thighs and he relished in this groaning at the sight and sound of you gagging around him as more drool spilled from your lips.

Gaz:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 6 flaccid but 7.5 erect, he’s got that good even ground not split you open or good lord how is it gonna fit big but enough that he makes you feel that full feeling you can’t get enough of.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: I don’t have a specific like width length in terms of measurements but I’d like to say he’s a good neutral, gives you that good feeling when fucking you.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: #C98767 & #AB6F4F , it’s got a little fade to the mushroom tip, the tip just being a bit darker towards the end.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: He’s groomed, his hair is short like short so I’d think he’d keep it pretty much tamed with a little curl to it.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: OOOO, yeah he got veins, more like one up from the bottoms and one on the top that goes into a fork. He’s just a litttleee curved.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: I feel like he likes to take you from the back, he’s a bit of an ass man, maybe some tummy and thighs honestly.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

“God..” Gaz huffed out as his grip on your hips tightened, his gaze trailing down to your ass and the way it bounced everywhere time he thrusted in and out of your velvet heat. He couldn’t help but land a smack to it earning a, ‘Oh!’ From you and a groan from him. “You like that huh? Go on and tell me.” Gaz managed out punctuating the words with thrusts.

Soap:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 7 flaccid, maybe 7.5 ish not too big not too small, just the right ish amount for most. Because let’s be honest Soap isn’t big or small, right smack dab in the middle.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: I wanna say, he’s a bit girthy though, not twig thin but maybe the same width of a banana which is usually 1.5 to 2 inches, so take that how you will.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: I feel he’s pale around the base and a little darker to the tip, I don’t have exact set colors for soap because I can’t pin point exactly what colors but think pale to tanner.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: I feel like, just by looking at his Mohawk and facial hair look it’s like messy but it’s not overly dramatic or grown out but it isn’t quite buzzed either so like a tamed bush in a sense.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: CURVED AND VEINS, he’s got a vein on the under side curved to the tip and over to the top side slightly, as for curved it curves to the left just slightly and up a teeny bit.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He’s a thigh & tit guy in my opinion, so, I feel he looovess thigh fucking.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

You HAD been finishing up cleaning the dishes in your favorite PJ’s right before bed until your boyfriend came meandering out…then you found yourself on the bed, on your back, panting softly as you looked at where his cock tip poked out from between your thighs that just couldn’t keep his hands off.

“So..Fucking…Good.” Soap punctuated his words with deep thrusts, pearls of precums catching on your thighs as he thrusted.

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rodolfoparras · 1 year

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Captain’s boy

Price doesn’t play favorites at least that’s what he says. However there’s no denying he’s got a soft spot for you and everyone knows it.

You are after all Captain’s boy.

18+ | MINORS DNI

Pairing: John Price x Trans Male Reader

Stand alone/ part of a series

Cw; oral sex, clothed oral sex, reference to afab anatomy (clit is referred to as clit and not dick/cock), words cock and dick are used for reader’s genitalia though ( instead of words like cunt etc) alluded exhibitionism, possessiveness, Dom!Price, Sub!Reader, power dynamics, (light) verbal degradation, praise, no after care, plot what plot/ porn with plot

The usual disclaimer: English isn’t my first language so excuse any grammatically incorrect sentences, spelling mistakes, ooc, plot holes… heads up for long sentences as well, who needs proper structure anyway.

A/n: I’m forcing myself to post my drafts since ideas keep piling up. Also pls read the tags bc reading it without doing so might be confusing . This could be better but hey at least it’s something. I hope you enjoy!

Being captain of a squad entails a whole lot of things; one of the most important being that one couldn’t afford to play favorites. It’s bound to end badly. Matter of fact it might very well result in death. That’s why when Price became captain of the 141 he vowed to himself he wouldn’t play favorites.

Sure he might’ve taken Gaz under his wing but if the man were to mess up on a mission he’d be sent out on practice drills in the pouring rain if the Captain deamed it to be fit. And sure he might’ve known Ghost the longest out of all the guys in 141 but that didn’t mean he was any more lenient on him because of that. And despite Soap’s talent to worm his way into the toughest of hearts, Price ensured he’d never reach his soft spot.

But somehow you seem to be the exception. And everyone knows it. Their suspicions were first confirmed when you’d messed up during a mission. Everyone especially Gaz had expected you to be assigned to run laps for days on end but was surprised to see the captain putting a comforting hand on your shoulder with a gentle smile on his face.

That’s also the very first time you’d earn your title as Captain’s boy.

The second person to notice the captain’s lenience towards a certain soldier was Ghost.

You all had just come back from a successful mission and despite the promise of celebration, there was still the ever daunting task of writing a report for it but no one seemed willing to do it.

Everyone had been tasked with writing it, except for the captain of course. Ghost had tried to talk his way out of it but had quickly been shut down by the older man. What he didn’t know was that you had been exempt from writing it. Even with the mask on his face, there was no hiding the sheer amazement he felt as he watched you stroll out the room with the captain himself.

“Captain’s boy huh?” He whispered under his breath as he clicked his pen.

Soap had been the last man to find out about it.

He had heard whispers about it from the previous men but had only chosen to believe it once he had seen it for himself.

You all had been tasked with training new recruits. Everyone had gotten their own little station and Soap had been assigned to the shooting rage. It was fun at first: watching the new guys trying not to shoot their heads off but at some point he got bored of watching over them. So naturally he had wandered over to your station. It didn’t take long before he heard the captain’s voice sounding over your hushed conversation.

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?”Price asked with his arms folded across his chest.

“Not at all” Soap said and flashed him a big grin as he turned on his heel only to be met with a glare from the older man. “Back to your post then Mactavish”

Soap had expected you to face the same treatment.

But as he scurried away and threw a second glance over his shoulder, he came to see the sternness on his captain’s face replaced with something much softer.

He had the mind to applaud you right there and then but had settled for chuckling in disbelief as the words “captain’s boy” left his lips.

Price and you chose to ignore the rumors since at the end of the day rumors were just rumors and no one seemed to mind that the captain seemed to favor a certain soldier.

However they’ll never know just how right they are about the captain and his boy.

You’re laying with your chest flush against the floor, ass up in the air and with a soldier’s body pressed against your own.

It would be rather inappropriate to be in such an intimate position with a soldier but this wasn’t just any other soldier. This was your captain and on many occasions have you found yourself in similar positions.

Your captain who you were supposed to be sparring with had quickly gotten bored and his hands had started to wander on their own.

You didn’t mind the change of plans, however you did mind the fact that his hands seemed to aimlessly wander your body, leaving you worked up and without nothing.

Just as you’re about to complain, finally fed up with the teasing he’d put you through, he roughly pulls down the fabric of your pants, exposing your underwear.

The cool air raises goose bumps all across your skin. But the sensation is quickly replaced with the heat from his palms as they find their way to your naked thighs, trialing up to the sides to finally end their journey at your hips.

You're waiting expectantly for Price to pull down your underwear, bucking your hips up to him every time he slips a finger under the waistband. But every time you think he’s about to pull them down, he allows the boxers to snap back in place and returns to his original spot on your hips, thumb mindlessly tracing circles on the skin.

“Ple-please” you pant, once again bucking your hips at him. However, Price chooses to ignore your plea. Instead he leans down, bodies now pressed flush against each other as he whispers into your ear “What? You want me to take these off for you?” faux sympathy dripping from every word he speaks as his fingers once again pull at the waistband of your underwear only to let it snap back in place again.

“Yes- yes, sir, please”

“Oh no my boy, we have to have some decency ” Price says, tone now akin to the one he uses for recruits when reprideming them but with something darker wrapped around the vowels.

You huff at his words, and feel his hot breath wash over your skin as he chuckles at your whining.

“What? Don’t tell me you want everyone to see you with your cock out. Is that what you want?” You squeeze your thighs, whimpers slipping past your lips as you think of what it would be like for someone to see you like this.

You feel his hands leave the waistband of your underwear to instead run down the side of your thighs.

“Want them to see how you get when you’re with me? “

It doesn’t take long for you to feel his body sliding further down your back, nose nuzzling along the length of your spine and words disappearing into the fabric of your shirts as he says his next words “Want them to see how hard you get for me?”

Price’s journey ends at your lower back where he presses a kiss on it as his hands go to cup your ass cheeks. From where he rests his head, you feel his hot breath hitting your skin and the wisps of beard hair prickling against your ass cheek and a whimper escapes your lips as you buck your hips up to him “Please, please, sir”

Price ignores your pleas as he continues to tease

“Want them to see just how wet you can get for me hm? “ he says as he harshly kneads the flesh in his hands “Answer me”

“Yes- yes sir. I want it please!” You cry out, hips subconsciously grinding in the air; desperate to be given some sort of relief.

“Oh, what am I going to do with you my boy?” he says with a dark chuckle “I know it’s a shame to keep you all to myself but what can I do? I’m not one to share”

It’s simple words meant to be said in the heat of the moment, words that really meant nothing, words meant to be forgotten once the act was over. But by this point you’re far too gone to think about your own words, head feeling too light and airy to really think about the implications of them

“You- you don’t have to share, sir” for some strange reason you felt the need to reassure him; reassure him that you were only his to have if that’s what he wanted , reassure him that he didn’t need to share if he didn’t want to.

Once the words leave your mouth you feel his touch leave you completely, cold air caressing the spot where his hands once had been.

Your words hang in the air for a moment, nothing but your own heavy breaths echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. For some reason you can’t help but feel like you said something you shouldn’t and it leaves you feeling rather embarrassed, eyes squeezing shut and hands clenching into fists. It really isn’t a confession by any means but it is something and that something had been enough to render him speechless.

His voice is low and breathy when he finally, finally speaks “What’s that boy?” You can’t see his face but you can hear his voice and by his tone it sounds like he purrs.

Goosebump raises across your skin, surprise and delight coursing through your body, the light and airy feeling you were earlier feeling, once again returns to your body.

You swallow hard before you respond “I said you don’t have to share sir”

You hear the sound of a sharp inhale before you feel his hand grab your face, roughly turning your head to face him.“Oh” his pupils are blown wide, desire swirling in his iris and he goes to lick his lips before he speaks “you're captain's boy now huh?” His voice is low and hoarse and when he says those words it sounds more like a statement rather than a question.

You whimper at his possessive tone, thighs once again pressing together at his words.

“Say it” he says, hand roughly jerking your chin “Say you’re captain’s boy”

“I’m captain's boy!” you cry out and as you say the words he groans and presses his cock up against your ass.

“Please sir I can’t take it anymore” you cry out, on the verge of sobbing out your words as you push yourself back on his cock.

He hushes you as whimpers escape your lips, hand releasing the grip on your chin to run down the length of your back in soothing motions.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? Let captain care for his boy”

You nod, mumbling something incomprehensible.

“Lay your head down” You do as he says, feeling his hand on your upper back, gently guiding you into the right position.

“Spread your legs” You do as he says and he hums in approval as he helps you adjust your hips.”Just like that. Doing so good for me, yeah?” You nod in response, feeling yourself preen at his approval.

“Now look at yourself boy,”

You turn your head to the big mirror hanging to the side of the training room. From this angle you can perfectly see both him and you.

The reflection shows you sitting on your knees, chest flush against the floor, arms planted into the ground for support with your legs spread wide apart like he’d told you to do before. Price’s also sitting on his knees, broad frame hovering over yours and hands on your hips to keep you close.

Both of you look disheveled, covered in sweat and with similar expressions on your faces that told anyone who’d walked through the doors that the two of you weren’t sparring in this room, at least not anymore.

“Pretty sight isn’t it?” He says with pride in his voice as his gaze locks with yours through the mirror.

You go to respond but before you can do so you feel a sudden pressure on your cock. “O-oh” you groan out as you look down in the mirror only to see Price’s leg lodged in between your own and feel the top of his knee perfectly grounding itself against your dick.

The steady pressure sets your nerves on fire

and a moan escapes your lips as you grind against up him, trying to get more of the feeling.

“I asked you a question,” he hisses. However he must’ve noticed your gaze locked on his leg because he says “eyes up here boy”

You do as he says, once again seeing your wrecked reflection in the mirror. “Pretty sight yeah?” You whimper and nod in response as he increases his pressure on your cock.“That’s Captain’s boy” he says as his gaze burns into your own, threatening to scorch you whole “Now keep looking at yourself, yeah?”

Just as you wonder what he’s about to do, you feel a sudden wet sensation between your legs. You look at him through the mirror, wide eyed and surprised only to see him grinning deviously with spit dribbling down his lips.

“Did you just-“

But before you can say anything else, you feel eager fingers spreading your folds and his mouth on your cock, his tongue laying flat on your dick, slowly dragging it from the top all the way to the bottom of it. As if hit with electricity, your body jolts and you drop your head to the floor as your hips bucks to meet his tongue. “Oh-oh fuck,”

His free hand squeezes the globe of your ass in warning and you’re quickly reminded of what you were supposed to be doing. “Sorry, sorry, sorry” you blabber out in response before you force yourself to once again look at yourself in the mirror.

You look like an absolute mess, pupils blown wide, hair in disarray and chest rapidly rising and falling.

Your face quickly morphs into one of surprise, breath feeling like it’s been punched out of your lungs when Price licks at your cock with renewed vigor, tongue pressing deeper between folds like there’s no underwear separating his lips from your cock.

The pressure of his tongue forces the fabric

of your underwear to directly press against your sensitive clit. And every time he swipes his tongue across your dick, it sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

You spread your legs wider, muscles slightly aching from the awkward angle as you grind up against his mouth. “Please, please, please”

His mouth soon makes its way to your clit,

wet lips lightly nibbling on it before his tongue flickers experimental at it. “Oh-oh” once again your gaze drops from the mirror, eyes squeezing shut as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Luckily Price seems too busy with other things to notice anything.

One lick two licks and he’s full on latching onto your clit, lips eagerly suckling at the engorged numb through the soiled fabric. He alternates between suckling and swirling his tongue around your clit before going back to pay attention to your dick.

The squelching sound that echoes throughout the room sounds straight up obscene and every time you hear it you feel your body burning as you relentlessly buck up into him.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry sir” you cry out, feeling rather embarrassed at your eagerness.

“Nothing to apologize for, told you I was going to take care of you, let me do so” You could’ve cummed right then and there, all traces of embarrassment gone as you allowed yourself to fully lose yourself to the pleasure.

It all quickly becomes too much for you. If his tongue isn’t on your clit then it’s running along the length of your dick. For each and every stroke he goes in deeper with his tongue. And your engorged numb is becoming more and more sensitive to his touch.

At some point you try to get away from him, desperately clawing at the floor and hips bucking away from him but he doesn’t allow you to leave, firmly planting his free hand on your ass cheek to keep you close to him.

“Please- please I can’t “ you sputter out, shaking your head as you try to get away from him.

“This is what you wanted, right? why are you trying to leave now?” He taunts, ceasing all movements as he pulls his mouth away from your dick.

“No!” You cry out, mourning the loss of his touch as you turn to look at him, teary eyed and with pleas threatening to fall from your lips. He’s sitting back on his knees, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, and sporting the biggest grin. But your eyes quickly zoom in on the shine that seems to coat his lips. Not only is it on his lips but it's also on his chin and beard. Your eyes widen as you realize it’s a mix of his spit and your arousal and his grin widens, seemingly knowing what you were thinking.

“What did you say before? No?”

He takes one hand and swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, wetting the pad with remainments of your arousal before swiping it over your clit, rubbing agonizingly slowly whilst putting steady pressure on it as he speaks “This is too much for your little cock to handle huh?” He says, faux sympathy dripping from his lips as he reaches over to pet your hair mockingly.

You shake your head, attempting to respond to him but you’re rendered speechless, only able to mewl in response as he continually circles your sensitive numb. “I thought you were captain’s boy. If my boy can’t handle a simple blowie, how is he supposed to handle my dick?” He says as he grabs ahold of your hair, roughly tugging at it.

“I can- I can handle it sir I can candle it

!” you cry out, feeling his fingers lightly pinch your clit.

“That’s what I thought, lay back down for me again yeah?”

You nod, blabbering something incoherent as you resume your original position, allowing him to once again spread your folds and put his mouth on your cock.

Despite your previous words, you find yourself unable to sit still as you feel yourself tethering closer to the edge of your release. Your toes are curling, fingers digging into the mat below, and hips relentlessly bucking up against his tongue. You feel your cock growing more sensitive for every lick, your hole fluttering around nothing and the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Close- so close, just please, please”

All of a sudden his teeth scrape against your sensitive clit, once again putting just enough pressure to be properly felt through the fabric. And that’s all it takes for the knot in your stomach to unfold: eyes rolling into the back of your head, mouth agape as you furiously grind your hips on his tongue before you finally slump onto the floor, legs and arms giving out from supporting your weight for so long.

You feel Price run his hand soothingly down the length of your back and hear him say the words “There we go. That’s it, that's captain's boy.”

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konigsblog · 1 year

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hi! i saw that you don’t mind writing for a reader who’s experienced sa. i’m not sure if you’ve written that yet, so if you haven’t, can i request that? if you’re still comfortable writing, ofc. if you have written it already, drop the link pleaseeeee

i love your work, keep it up! you’re one of my favorite writers 💗💗

thank you so much<333

tf141 and a reader who's experienced sa

warnings: mentions of sa, trauma and comfort, arguing, misunderstanding, angst

masterlist

simon ghost riley

-everytime ghost initiated something sexual you'd avoid it. did he have bad breath? were you not attracted to him? it was neither of those. the idea of sex after being sexually assaulted made you uncomfortable.

one day, he was fed up. he wanted to see what this was about, what was wrong with him. his arm snaked around your waist his hand holding your hand.

he whispered into your ear and bit the lobe, you squirmed out his hands, just thinking it was a joke. "simon- stop!" you laughed it off, but he didn't laugh. you threw him off you, tears building in your eyes.

"whats wrong with me?! you don't do anything with me, do you not like me?" he questioned and questioned, "fuck simon no. it's not like that." cursing under your breath, you rubbed your temples in a soothing manner. "then what is it?!" his tone got angrier and louder. be barely noticed the tears in your eyes.

"fuck. sweetheart..." he cooed holding your face gently. "baby, im so sorry... i should'nt oftaken my anger out on you like that.. i- just..."

"si, its okay we can talk about it, yeah?" you both made an agreement to talk about it.

he felt anger and disgust when he knew what happened, not at you but at the person who had sexually assaulted you. "baby, ill kill them if i have too... im so sorry that happened to you, dear."

captain john price

-it crossed his mind often when you two would have you first time. it had been a while into your relationship, yet nothing sexual happened.

in your mind, you were feeling guilty for not initiating, pushing him off. it made your skin crawl, thinking off what had happened to you that night.

-you made you way to his office, innocent intent. he asked you, "when are you ready for me to y'know, finally take you?" you rubbed your neck, cringing at the thought. he raised an eyebrow whilst you stuttered, "well john, can we actually talk about it?"

that night you opened up about what had happened, he remained calm, letting you speak. "fucking hell love... im so sorry." he apologized, you rubbed his arm leaning back onto him. "it's not your fault love."

john soap mactavish

-you had told johnny what had happened the first time hd tried anything. the dinner table was quiet, earlier you had gotten into a slight disagreement about sex.

"johnny?" he looked up at you, guilt in his eyes. he felt bad for earlier, "i was sexually assaulted at [age]. that's why i didn't want it." his eyes widened, as his eyebrows turned down, "baby, im so sorry oh my god." john stood up to cuddle your crying figure. you hadn't noticed the tears falling from your eyes.

"do you want to talk about it further?" he quietly asked, you shook your head. "wanna watch that dumb series you like?" he smirked, bringing your mood up., you playfully hit his shoulder, "hush, its not that bad!!" you giggled.

kyle gaz garrick

-it happened when you were drunk. both you and kyle were walking home from the pub, he kissed your cheek, you smiled back not noticing the lust in his eyes.

he slowly came to a stop as you did too, he walked you backwards towards a tree. kyle began sucking on your neck. even in his drunken state you knew you weren't ready just yet, "kyle, no." bluntly said, he threw his head away from your neck, raising an eyebrow. "no?" he repeated you, "im not ready, baby." he sighed, his hands played with your hair whilst he smiled at you weakly.

"are you ever gonna be ready?" that came off rudely, he started wide eyed at you realising how bad that came across. you gulped as a ball formed in your throat, the same one when your holding back tears. "no, no, no baby. not like that..." he grabbed your hand rubbing it with his thumb. "im sorry.." you apologized.

"don't. no, take it back. you don't have to be sorry." garrick reassured you, "it's just that..." you began, "i was assaulted sexually before.." his mouth fell open for a second before he shut it. "fuck baby. why didn't you tell me?" his voice was soft, "i didn't want you to think less if me..!" you hid your face after blurting out.

"i would never baby, it wasn't your fault."

könig

-one night, you two were watching a movie. that was when a sex scene came on and a tent in his pants formed. he ran his hands up your thigh as the bulge grew.

he leaned over you, pulling you into a kiss. you cringed, remembering the feeling of your assulters hands on you. you mumbled, which he mistook as a moan. you pushed him off.

"könig no!" you blurted out as tears fell, you brought your knees to your chest, hiding your face in it. his voice was hushed, "baby.. im so sorry! i didn't realise you didn't want it!" he thought you hated him, he just didn't understand yet.

"i know, it's okay. i-" your voice choked, "assulted before. y'know?" könig heart fell in his stomach, immediate guilt setting in. "fuck baby, im so so sorry.." he blurted out more apologies, pulling you to his chest.

the movie sounds plus your cries together filled the silence, his heart was beating so fast. "it's okay kö. you didn't realise."

he couldn't forgive himself after that.

you crying made him slightly cry. you both cuddled until the next morning, on the couch.

as the sun peaked, you glanced at your boyfriend, who was resting your eyes still thinking you hated him. you leaned down, kissing him before cuddling back into him.

you didn't hate him after all.

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Five Times

Pairing : John Price x F!reader (aka OC Mini MacTavish) Summary: Five times you met, four times you parted. Part 1 to the Five times series.

Warning: Alcohol usage, mature themes. This is probably gonna be the most controversial out of all my Mini route. Age gap, if you don't like the idea of age gap story, turn around NOW.

Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish” !

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Sitting at his favourite pub near the base, nursing a glass of whisky, deep in thought. Price likes to come here to get away from everything. Not even hiding in his office helps him to relax. Hearing the chime of the door, he looked up. Noticing a woman, guessing around Gaz’s age, walked into the pub. Price had never seen her before yet there was an air of familiarity to her. Looking around, and down to her phone with a frown, she walked up towards the bar.

Price was genuinely surprised when she ordered a glass of Islay whisky, neat. Not a choice associated with younger crowds nowadays.

“Good choice there.”

“Excuse me?” Price pointed to the glass, “your drink.” “I would usually go for their ten year option but this is good enough.” raising the glass towards Price, “What have you go there?” Nodding in agreement as Price gave the brand of the drink, “Not bad, I would recommend you to try the sherry cask 18 year vintage next time.” “Sounds like you are a whisky enthusiast.” “Grew up running around my parent’s farm and distillery, I guess that just gives me a bit more exposure. But I don’t think my parents will be pleased that I have favouritism towards Islay over Highland.” Holding out his hand, “John.” Shaking his hand and mentioning the name in return, “ I am the youngest in the family, so everyone calls me Mini instead. Thanks to my brother. In fact, that bampot is running late. He is supposed to meet me here.” Price chuckled. “Your brother lives around here?” You nodded. “He lives at the base actually. Ah speaking of the devil, There he is.” Price turned around, eyebrow raised as he saw who you were pointing to.

“Soap.” Now Price understands where the familiarity came from.

“Captain? What are you doing here?” Soap was surprised his captain was sitting with his sister at a pub, chatting away. “ Having a discussion with your sister about whisky.”

“ Well I gotta say you are talking to the right person. She is a certified whisky nerd.” “ I don’t know if that is a compliment or an insult Johnny.” you huffed. “ Believe me, I DO compliment you from time to time.” Downing the last bit of the drink in your glass, you turn towards Price, with a soft smile,”Well, it was a nice conversation with someone that doesn’t think it's weird a girl likes their whisky.” “Until next time.”

Watching you walking out the door with Soap, Price refused to admit you certainly raised his interest.

Price is sitting on the sideline, watching with amusement as you and Simon clash head to head, trying to outdo each other in the drinking game. Shaking his head. Apart from Soap, Price never seen Ghost letting his guard down so much. These two MacTavishes really have some sort of power over him. Thanking Gaz for the water, you walk towards Price and sit down on the chair beside him.

“That was impressive.”

“Thanks. If we had gone for the whisky, I would surely beat him.” “You know he is more of a bourbon guy right? Looking at Price with exaggerated gasp, “Sacrilege!”

Two of you spend the night chatting away about whisky, life and travel.

You were witty, funny, wise beyond your years. The soft smile on your face, listening to his conversation intently, a woman with her own thoughts. That feeling again, bubbling away underneath the surface, pushing it away. For the moment he is just going to pretend it never exists. It's a dangerous feeling. A feeling he shouldn’t have. A feeling that he never thought he still had.

“Mini.” Price notice you shook a bit as he called out to you.

You were staring blankly at the machine, beeping away, the only sign that is telling you that your brother is still alive and breathing. Price showed up a few days ago at your doorstep in London, still in his full tactical gear, standing in the rain, exhaustion evident on his face, informing you of Soap’s near death experience. It’s not the usual protocol for the captain to inform the next of kin about the soldier’s injury or condition directly, but for some reason, Price wants to break the rule for you. He wants to tell you the news in person.

You were awfully calm when you rang your parents, currently overseas at moment on business trips, telling them about your brother’s latest “misadventure” Calling out to you again, this time by your name, you finally turn around facing him. Tears finally start to spill over from your red rimmed eyes. Taking two steps forward, Price scoops you into his embrace, as you start to sob uncontrollably, clutching onto his vest with your dear life. You slowly fall asleep, as Price lightly caresses your hair, whispering to you words of reassurance and promising to wake you as soon as there are any changes with Soap.

Just for today. He said to himself. You need comfort. From a FRIEND.

Holding up a bottle of whisky, the label has clearly seen better days, “Want to try some?” you smirked. You found Price hiding in the shadow, puffing away on a cigar, around the corner of the converted barn. Everyone has gathered at your parent’s distillery for Soap’s wedding.

“Stole that from the cellar?” Price commented as you poured the alcohol into two tulip-shaped glasses. “Excuse me, don’t make me sound like I am some sort of thief… I do have the right to access the cellar. I am just.. Borrowing this for my guest to sample the great vintage.” Passing Price one of the glass, “Slàinte Mhath.” “do dheagh shlainte.” Price responded before he took a sip. The heavy aromas and richness of the flavour gradually hit his senses as it travelled down his throat. “... This is really good.” You smirked, “Thank you, well worth me sneaking into the cellar middle of the night then.” “So you did steal it.” “ Well I did say I borrowed it. I DO intend to put the bottle back later on.” Taking a sip yourself as you lean against the wall, “Ah, this IS good.” “ Yo haven’t tried it yourself yet?”

“ Well, this was intended to be opened for my wedding. But I don’t want to wait for that long.” Price raised an eyebrow, you just smiled, “There’s still quite a few bottles, don’t worry. Keep drinking.”

Price took another sip. “You look handsome without your boonie hat on.”

“That’s what everyone said.” He grumbled.

Chuckling slightly, “ you should listen to them more.”

Two of you standing side by side, looking into the darkness, enjoy each other’s company in silence as noises of the crowd can be heard from a distance away. The music changed all of sudden, to a slower pace of music. Carefully putting the glass down on the grass, he held out a hand to you.

You hesitate for a moment before accepting his hand shyly, sliding the other hand onto his shoulder, and lean into his chest as he closes his arm around your back, holding you gently, like a delicate doll, swaying slowly.

“John.” “I know.” “We shouldn’t.” “I know.” “This will never work.”

“...”

Tilting your head up, you look into his beautiful blue eyes. Searching for something.

“Price. Mini.” Ghost’s deep voice cuts through the tension. You quickly buried yourself into Price’s chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible, hiding.

“Soap is coming this way.” Reluctantly you two parted. But not before he picks up your hand again, lightly caressing it with his thumb as he looks into your eyes, giving it a gentle kiss and releasing it.

This is for the best. Ending it before it starts. So he said to himself.

“How have you been?”

“ Busy with life. You?” “ Same.”

The awkward silence. The men had come over for a visit to see Soap and his partner’s new baby. You just happen to visit at the same time. You were happy to see your brother’s team mates. It has been quite a while since you saw all of them at the wedding. You miss them. Especially Price. He found you sitting in the backyard, drinking a cup of hot tea, enjoying the rare winter sun.

“Congratulations on the new addition to the MacTavish family.”

“ Thank you, I am sure in few years time Ghost will be having huge headache with three MacTavishes annoying him.” turning around picking up the big tea pot,

“Tea? I am sorry I don’t have any whisky to offer you here.” You half joked.

“I still got that bottle you stole from the cellar you know.” “ Oh, now you are the thief! “I am just keeping it safe for you.” Mumbling a word of thanks as you pass the cup of tea to him, he opened his mouth again to speak after taking a slow sip,

“Soap spoke to me that night, after you walked back to the party.” You tilt your head, confused. “I saw how you look at my sister, Captain.”

Price’s eyes have been lingering on you all night as he watches you interacting with your family and guests, laughing and having the time of your life. He did catch your eyes a few times, looking at him longingly, flashing that gentle smile, which he wishes you will not show anyone but him. “I have no right to tell you who or my sister to see.” picking up the glasses you have left behind, Soap poured himself and Price another glass of drink, “But as her brother, her family, I don’t want to see her hurt. Do not let her down if you are only half assing it Captain.”

You were at a total loss. Why is he telling you this? Why now? “Captain. You are overworking yourself.”

“I know.”

“ You are miserable.”

“ I am not.”

“ yes you are. You are worse than Ghost.”

“Oi. I am here you know.”

Reaching out to hold his hand, you call his name softly. “ I have another bottle of whisky. No, I didn't steal it from the cellar.” You answered his silent question as he gave you a pointed look. “ I bought this with my OWN money thank you very much.” “ Took me a while to find it. Would you like to come over to try it out?” You asked tentatively.

“ Should I bring your bottle back to you too?”

Shaking your head, taking a deep breath before you make the next bold statement. ‘Just keep it until the special occasion it’s intended for. If everything works out.”

Price was amused with your forwardness and the subtle hint.

“ It’s a date then?” he asked with a smile.

“ it’s a date.”

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