♡𝕄𝕣𝕤. ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕖♡

Price X MacMillan

During his Lieutenant days, Price was definitely caught jerking off by MacMillan, the first time being a complete accident. Still awake after a tense mission and emergency evac, he was simply relieving stress, not expecting anyone of consequence to hear him at 2:00am. Macmillan, just as rattled as his Lieutenant, had been pacing the halls and Price was- particularly loud when he was a younger lad. Macmillan wanted to hear more of those pretty sounds, despite knowing what taboo things the higher ups might think. He almost chuckled at the way Price scrambled to hide himself upon hearing the click of the door, and seeing his commanding officer staring at him with no clothes on. He couldn’t pull the sheets over fast enough before the man was sat at the edge of his bed, pulling them back.

“Today stressed you out, aye John?”

A beat of silence, Price trying to hide the way his legs shook when he answered.

“Y-yeah- Mmhhm, sorry. Yes Sir…”

Macmillan didn’t care about formalities when it came to Price, still, he found it admirable the lad was trying to keep professional despite the position he found himself in.

“I was worked up too lad, clearly not as much as you.”

“Sir I-”

“Shh, lay back down boy…”

“Ok…”

hear me out ok…

Realistically, if Soap survived, he’d still be dealing with major head trauma and all the nasty effects coming with it. I feel like seizures would not be an exception, so the team adapts, learns to handle them. Once discharged from the hospital, Soap was prescribed Keppra to help the seizures but due to the severity of the injury, it could only help so much…

Price had the most prior experience with seizures, having seen numerous on the field and having worked with soldiers with epilepsy before, though they worked more from an office than on the field. Soap was different, they couldn’t risk being unprepared if he seized during a mission, which Price had reduced in the meanwhile so he could acclimate slowly. He taught Ghost and Gaz how to spot and help if Soap had an episode, and the three became his “PTE Pit Crew” as the Sergeant would joke.

That’s ok though, the boys are gonna ride those two old men until they’re passed out in a heaping puddle on the ER floor…

✨ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪✨ 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕣, I need to properly eat this man out until his shaky legs clamp around my head from overstim…

Omegaverse but the alphas are also capable of producing milk, but only for their omega(s).

When an omega is claimed and bonded by their alpha, both body chemistries are changed. An omegas scent becomes stronger, more distinct to their alpha, with new variations signifying their nutritional needs. The alphas body produces milk based off this, supplementing their omegas diet with whatever they weren’t receiving enough of. If their omega is getting too skinny, their milk will contain more fat, if they’re dehydrated, it will be more watered down. Feeding schedules vary greatly between bonded omegas, some needing hardly any in a month, some needing 3 a day, though their alpha could always tell when they were overdue for one.

I could speak more on this if anyone is interested but all this to say Omegaverse Poly141 where Price has all the lads gather in the communal nest after a long day for a feeding. They always fight over which two get to go first but everyone gets what they need.

Any excuse I can make to get the task force sucking on Prices nipples, I will make…

I could go on and on about this but yeah, this is what I be thinking about at 7:30am…

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I feel like Nik’s immediate goal upon John coming home for leave would be fattening him up as much as possible. He likes seeing the Captain a bit softer, fuller. He cooks a whole array of foods for Price, obviously beginning with the full English breakfast each morning. He did politely have to ask the 141 to watch what John ate on base, what he most preferred, and how he preferred it made. It’s why John smiles each time he sees the eggs perfectly runny, or his toast with blueberry jam on one slice and raspberry on the other. For the amount of chaos a single Russian man could accomplish, he was surprisingly calm and skilled in the kitchen. Price can do simple meals, on the run meals but Nik wants his man spoiled rotten while on leave.

He doesn’t let Price come into the kitchen unless it’s to taste test or to fondle Nik from behind while he fills Pirozhkis and heats up a soup broth for Pelemini. Price has grown fond of the surprisingly rich and savoury meals Mother Russia has to offer; making Nik beam ear to ear anytime he goes in for another bowl of Solyanka, or falls into a food coma on the couch after one too many slices of Medovik. He loves carrying Price to bed, feeling the added weight of his labour in the kitchen, of the love, attention, and caring he put into each meal. In the early days of their relationship, Price would get self conscious in the days leading back up to deployment, seeing the weight gain through an anxious and judgmental lens. Nik was fast to shut that mentality down with each night sat next to Price, feeding him through protest while providing soft reassurances and affirmation.

Nik🚁: Another bite Solnyshko, I know it’s your favourite.

Price🚬: I go back in 3 days Nik… I’ve already gained-

Nik🚁: Ax! нет, none of that my love. You are perfect…

Caught up in the panic of looking ‘fit enough’, Price always forgot how easily he could shed it off after only a couple months on base. He always returned home safe and sound; and far too skinny for Niks liking. Price is not surprised to see a dining room full of food upon his return. He is however, surprised to see Nik had invited the rest of the Task Force to join. It was presented to John as a celebratory dinner for another successful op, but it was really an excuse to get Price to eat more. It made things easier when he saw Soap begging for seconds, or when Ghost would have a literal mountain of food on his plate and inhale it like a vacuum, then there was Gaz who took every opportunity to wave food in Prices face tauntingly, like he was missing out on the best thing in the world. With Niks cooking, it was no exception, and he smiled watching Price finally pull the tray of Shashlik off the grill and take 3 for himself.

The best I can offer in these trying times however is a smutty PriceGaz thought I had the other day…

Price absolutely finger blasting Gaz until he’s a weeping, muttering mess, desperately humping the air and whimpering “Daddy-oh fuck-nggh, Dad please…”

Price had been jerking off with his other hand and came undone right then, spilling his load and mixing with Kyle’s; currently shot across his tummy.

Kyle all but melts at the afterglow praise, where he’s settled against his Prices chest, enjoying the indulgent yet sweet filth coming from the generally stoic Captain.

“Such a pretty and innocent little thing for a Sergeant, my Sergeant, my Kyle... My beautiful baby boy, you took daddy’s fingers so well, and those fucking whimpers and whines- God, they sounded like heaven. Let me get a good look at you my little one, so perfect for daddy…”

Some more finishers from the Cap

In the first one he’s probably thinking,

“Alright, lemme smoke this arsehole before I smoke my cigar.”

He’s not letting any hostiles sneak up on him when he’s smoking his good Cubans.

Y/N: sighs What is it now John?

Price🚬: I thought you cared about the environment love, I thought you cared about preserving nature…

Y/N: The hell does the environment have to do with you sucking my pus-

Price🚬: The deforestation love! Look at the deforestation. Baby, your perfect little hairy-

Y/N: Oh for the love of God John, it’s gonna grow back in like two weeks! Knowing me, probably one…

Price🚬: That’s still one week without your perfect rose garden…

Y/N: They aren’t all perfect. A rose has thorns.

Price🚬: Well yours certainly will now…

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This has been a PSA brought to you by bushman! Price

(I really lovee opossums.)

Thank you so much! And so sorry for the late response! I’ve been working on a collection of various hybrid soldiers and how their traits would come about in the 141. It’s been a super fun project researching different species. I’m torn on my next hybrid fic though… Should I write Y/N as a Lyrebird, or an Arctic Fox?

Ghost finding it absolutely adorable as each hic further exposes the bulge of his cock deep in Soaps belly.

AKA

Price roughly fucking Soap in front of a tied up Ghost as punishment for insubordination…

Price🚬: So, you won’t listen to your Captain Simon… You can listen to your Sergeant instead.

Soap🧼: L.T- hnnghh, please… Sir it- it’s too big Sir! It h-hurts!

Price🚬: I’ll make it fit dove, you’ll get used to it, just like your Lieutenant might get used to following orders. Isn’t that right Simon?

He’s so taunting with his tone it drives Ghost mad. Were he not tied up to Prices office chair, he’d struggle between the choice of knocking out Price and getting his poor Johnny out of there, or tying Price up himself and showing him who the Sergeant really belonged to. He’d fuck him tenderly, gently, but with the passion of a man who sought nothing more than his partners own ecstatic pleasure and euphoria.

But, he was tied up to Prices office chair, watching Price fuck him hard and intense, with every inch pounding into Soap leaving him whimpering and teary eyed. Ghost couldn’t bear to see him in pain or in the arms of another man, so he just nodded obediently and mumbled with eyes locked onto Johnny, his Johnny…

Ghost👻: Yes Sir… Won’t happen again…

Price stopped immediately and slowly, carefully pulled out before running a tender hand over Soaps ass and whispering something in his ear. He helped the lad up and into his clothes before gently ushering him over to Ghost, who immediately takes him into his arms. Both were speechless and Ghost could only hold his Johnny close as Price led them out of his office with a final comment…

Price🚬: You’re a lucky lad with that one Lieutenant. He’s a tight little babe isn’t he? Stay in line and he can stay your tight little babe. Goodnight lads…

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Full disclosure, I’m literally writing this on…

🌀✨🍄Mushrooms🍄✨🌀

Like I’m tripping right now and the peak has put me in a devious and creative mood so here you go…

The first time you played dead was during a mission where a bullet had whizzed by your skull, narrowly dodged by your frantic scrambling before you went limp on the ground, making it appear you’d been hit. Price was first by your side, unable to properly see or hear you breathe from how shallow it was. The rest of the team finished the firefight before they ran to your immobilized body. Your eyes and mouth remained slightly open. Soap was a Collie hybrid and could smell the scent of death off you the strongest, although it was feigned.

Soap🧼: Y/N! No… no no no FUCK! C’mon, stay with us Y/N!

Y/N: Whaa? They all down? Oh good, my eyes were starting to water from being open so long…

Price🚬: But you just- you were just- we saw you get shot! You fell to the floor in a fucking heap Y/N!

Y/N: Ohhhh that, yeah I fainted

Price🚬: You- wha? Fainted?

Gaz🧢: Mate, we just saw you get shot in the skull.

Y/N: Narrowly, it missed me by a fucking hair, can’t hear bloody nothin’ out of my right ear…

Soap🧼: No offence mate, but you smell like rotting flesh.

Ghost👻: Agreed…

Y/N: Yeah, I don’t wanna talk about it… Let’s get to exfil…

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If you know how an opossum scents themselves, you’d know why Y/N stays behind the group for the rest of the walk with their stride resembling more of a waddling penguin than opossum.

I’m also just imagining something spooking Y/N during training and Price just walks up to them like…

Mommy and Daddy (Price and Nik) tucking the kids (The Task Force) into bed before having a cheeky fuck on the kitchen counter.

“Ngggh-Fuck- Nik… Nik…”

“Tishe, solnyshko. You’ll wake up the kids…”

Price will definitely dole out a spanking when need be. If the boys fall out of line, get too rowdy, speak out of turn, or just damn near give him a heart attack. (Soap is most guilty of that last one)

Anytime Price sees Soap unloading new kit, he’s already counting down the minutes until the Scot is bent over his knee and getting the tears rubbed from his eyes. He’d nearly blown himself up getting overly eager on the demo field, nearly giving Price a heart attack.

Soap🧼: I’m s-sorry Sir! I won’t let it h-happen again Cap! Please…

Price🚬: Just a few more lad, until I know you’re gonna go back out there a good boy. You can take it…

His ass was reddened with slap marks and Price eventually took pity on the lad, knowing he didn’t mean to scare anybody. Still, a good spanking seemed to keep Soap in line for a while. He always checks Soap over after, as he will downplay any pain following a scene or punishment. Price isn’t blind though. Discipline or not, he’s always prepared with water, warm blankets, washcloths, something to eat, and some heat and ice packs for aftercare. They are still his babies after all…

Gaz has a habit of mouthing off, and he knows it’s gonna get him a lash or two, he can remember the feel of the leather belt as it whipped across his ass and made him whimper.

Still, that doesn’t stop him from continuing to open his loud mouth.

Gaz🧢: There’s plenty we can do…

As he turns his head, he’s met by the looming shadow of his Captain, who glares with the telling look…

We’ll be ‘talking’ about this later…

Gaz submits himself to a corner to sulk. He knows he’s just fucked up big time; daring to raise his voice at Kate in front of Price.

He knew by now what ‘talking later’ meant; getting marked up across his ass until he was physically shaking across Prices lap. The actual talking part was pretty one ended, with Gaz sputtering out weak profanities of pain and pleasure while belt marks were left smacked across soft, smooth skin. Price kept silent, only speaking up to tell the lad to shift or give him silent praise. He definitely had a sweet spot for the Sergeant and knew the effect some subtle praise had on his behaviour and work ethic.

Ghost typically needed the least discipline, never really straying far from the tight leash Price kept him on. But that didn’t mean he didn’t tug at the chains every now and again.

It was supposed to be a simple interrogation; a series of questions, some intimidation when needed, and eventually the intel they came for. But the lad tied up in the chair was getting mouthy, stalling, and Ghost was losing his patience.

What if the man was waiting for help?

What if there were others?

What if they’re coming right now and he’s stalling for time?

The questions running ablaze in Ghosts mind only drove him to the edge, and subsequently, he drove the edge of his knife blade through the man’s finger, severing it and making a bloody mess of his hand. Price couldn’t even be surprised, just disappointed as he mentally prepared to ‘discipline’ his lieutenant. He never listened to Ghosts ideas for a harsher or longer punishment, knowing he’s probably more upset with himself than Price could ever be. He won’t stand to hurt Ghost just for the sake of the lads own guilt. He plans it out with him, it’s typically 10-20 hard slaps, promises made, and aftercare received.

Price🚬: No Simon, I’m not gonna do that to you love… We’re gonna do 10 like last time, can you do that for me?

Ghost👻: Yes Sir…

Price🚬: Ok Son, on all fours for daddy.

He holds Ghosts hand through it, knowing any slip up could have him spiralling, turning the walls of Prices office into those of his childhood home or the coffin in Mexico. For this reason, he checks in on Simon the most.

Price🚬: Two more Simon, what’s your color?

Ghost👻: G-gr-green…

Price🚬: Simon…

Ghost👻: -Y-yellow D-daddy…

Price🚬: Ok, good boy, we can stop after just one, can you handle that love?

Ghost👻: I think 9 is enough to have learned not to sever fingers…

Price🚬: Hah! Good lad…

He finishes up with a final, rippling slap that leaves Ghost whimpering. Price will always gather the boys in his arms after a spanking, giving God tier aftercare and reminding them they are still loved, still needed, always family…

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It’s 3:00am and I can’t sleep so here’s a sleep deprived draft I finally finished…