#call of duty Price

[aangell333]

mmsmskejnenenene had this thought older!bf john price dressing you up as his little slut.

he’d take you out to all the best boutiques in town, picking out the shortest skirts and the tiniest tops that show off all his favourite features of yours.

he’d pay for it all, from the most expensive victoria’s secret lingerie to the cheapest shein skirts with the shitty quality material he can (and has) rip(ped) apart in one hand.

he would take pride in knowing you love to parade yourself around, embracing your femininity and sexuality that’s all his. he would take pride in dressing you in the littelest outfits that make old ladies turn up their nose.

but the only downside, the two of you can’t make it out the house before he’s put his face up your skirt. he’ll tower over you, using his height to his advantage as he forces your onto the bed and simply presses his mouth to your cunt, clothed or not. one time, he cornered you in the hallway as you were putting your shoes on and pulled you down onto his face.

he’s a nasty old thing, darlin’.

[islandtarochips]

Sneak Peek of my COD Fanfic Story

Price, talking to Agnes to recruit her: Ok. I need you to swear- Agnes: FUCK! Price: ........ Gaz: Pffft- Price: *rubbing the bridge of his nose* Swear as in PROMISE. Agnes: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! *smiling at him* Sorry, sir. Price: This bloody lass I swear... Gaz: *was laughing*

Agnes "Blast" Falagi - Me

Arthur's Note: I'm just giving you a little hint hint of who is going to be part of the FIRST Modern Warfare for my fanfic that I'm STILL working on! It won't be coming out soon enough since I got it all ready from two months ago but now I'm RESTARTING. Why can't my imagination make up their mind?😩 Anyway, yeah. Thank you for reading this far! Love you peles!

[squishycheekanon]

Stalker John Price thot🩵🌼

Stalker John Price who firsts sees you in the library, cute little sundress rising up your thighs as your strain to reach for pride and prejudice on a shelf that’s much too high for you to even try to reach.

Stalker John price who goes behind the shelf and pushes the book out from out from the other side, you thankfully catch it before it falls on your head.

Stalker John Price who uses his military experience to stalk you and not get caught.

Stalker John Price who examines your house while you’re at work to find the perfect hiding spots for him and placing the tiniest cameras around.

Stalker John Price who knows how wrong it is when he’s quick to dart into one of those hiding spaces as you open the door sighing from a long day at work but can’t seem to find a reason to care when you start to strip off your work clothes and change into your fuzzy stitch pj bottoms and hoodie.

Stalker John Price who thinks you look so fucking cute in your pjs. He leans forward almost making the house creak wanting to see more of you. He moves when you do, watching with a grin on his face as you cook your dinner while shaking your hips to music that’s blaring through your speaker.

Stalker John Price who smiles softly when you stuff your face full of pasta, your eyes never leaving the tv screen and soon end up falling asleep on your sofa. He feels it’s safe enough for him to come out.

Stalker John Price who presses a sweet little kiss to your cheek and then leaves your house to go home and set up all the cameras on his computer. He smiles seeing you clear as day on the screen in the same position as before, fast asleep on the sofa.

Stalker John Price who knows exactly how you like your morning coffee. He’s watched you make it 1000 times.

Stalker John Price who notes down in his notebook what your favourite foods and drinks are so he doesn’t forget.

Stalker John Price who confides in Simon about what’s he’s doing only for Simon to assure him he’s doing nothing wrong and it’s all normal even if he feels it’s wrong.

Stalker John Price who goes round your house more often after speaking to Simon.

Stalker John Price who gets painfully hard when you’re first out the shower, fluffy white towel wrapped around your wet body. His blue eyes never leaving your figure as you massage lotion into your skin and spray body mist all over. He inhales holding back from groaning at the scent that clings to you.

Stalker John price who watches you through the crack in your wardrobe doors as you pant and whine and buck your hips against the vibrator buzzing hastily against your little clit.

Stalker John Price who is practically drooling when he thinks you’re done, satisfied but watches you reach for the dildo in your bedside drawer. He was in for a long night of restraint.

Stalker John price who comes up with a plan to be a part of your life because he can’t keep going on without having you for himself. Without keeping you.

Stalker John Price who ‘bumps’ into at your local grocery store and the library and your local bar. Eventual you think it’s fate. Never suspecting he would be a stalker. He’s such a nice, sweet guy.

Stalker John Price who is giddy with excitement when you agree to go on a date with him. He makes it the best damn date you’d ever been on. Dinner, dancing and a show.

Stalker John Price who groans, “Fill my hands with you finally.” When you do eventually let him touch you, his large calloused hands grabbing at every part of you he can. “Finally gonna let me take care of you huh love?” He’ll grin down at you as you nod, so whiny and needy for him. “So fucking perfect and all mine.”

Stalker John Price who marries you.

Stalker John Price who cries when you show him the positive pregnancy test.

Stalker John Price who laughs loudly when your children say that daddy is obsessed with their mommy.

Stalker John Price who after thirty years of marriage, three children and 5 grandchildren never admits that he stalked you but tells you everyday how much he loves you.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

It is my personal headcanon that Price is Simon's safe person, his anchor.

[toomanywordsnllines]

TASKFORCE 141 AS LITTLE GUYS!!!!! I might make charms/stickers out of these 🤔

[tumanlll]

Favorite Price

While I was lying in bed and tangling in blankets, I was thinking about new jobs... I have long wanted to draw a portrait of the captain and found the first strength in myself. I figured out where to go, more or less... I don't have enough inspiration, because many of the factors that inspired me have disappeared, and I can't come up with a new one yet. But I'll decide that soon too.

I haven't painted full-fledged color portraits for a long time, I need to fix this. My skill improved while I was ill... I'm surprised, because my hands haven't picked up a stylus for about a month

[asgardswinter]

Captain John Price icons

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[raffe156]

Tiger I want your opinion on this please?

Tight, muscle, trim Price

or

Dad bod, little paunch, but strong muscle Price

🤔

DAD BOD PRICE*

All day long anon, all day long…he’s a little bit softer round the middle than the other lads, but you know he’s 2x as strong 👀

*My opinion, but all versions are good, just like all bodies are good*

[popipopipopipopipo000]

Peepaw…and…quokkas…

Based on this oneshot by @sirenmoth that was based off this post! HES TGE KING POOKIE

[ladyelissarose]

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“Get on the ground you cunt!- I don’t care if you twisted your wrist that’s your problem later but your training comes first!!”

You winced in pain as your wrist madly throbbed, while you got down on all fours to bear crawl across the desert field with a rucksack holding 100lbs. The commander screaming at you was from a different base, but he had crashed here for the time being, and became your worst nightmare when he chose to train you during his stay.

Price agreed to it believing he was a good man, he had heard some good things about him, that he was very well disciplined and held high standards for everyone. So he thought that it would be good for you- not that you needed it, you were one of his best Sergeants, but an important mission was coming up, and he wanted you to be extra prepared.

But little did Price know, was that the commander was one of those men that hated women in the work field, believing they weren’t capable enough to lead such strong forces, he only saw them as cooks, cleaners, bedwarmers, and breeding machines. So when he saw you, a woman, holding a good rank and part of a good team, he made it his mission to break you to the point you got out.

But you were better than that, and it took very much to partially dent you, for under your soft smiles and gentle, kind acts towards others both great and small, a killing machine you were in disguise.

You held a grand amount of kills under your belt, and successful missions as well that you had led first hand. But your superior could care less, he hated your guts and wanted to be the one to take you down and hold all your titles in his hands.

For the past weeks no one had known what kind of hell he put you through, for he made you train in the hot sun, far away from base, and out on the field, saying he needed to toughen you up like a man- since you wanted to work in a place of a man.

Price would’ve been aware of your terrible treatment and absence as of lately, but that upcoming mission has him on loads of paperwork and preparation for his team.

That was until he was ready to gather his crew together to open up about the mission he had planned out once he got through with it.

The first he always sought out was you, as you were his youngest and most helpful in finding the rest for him. (Sometimes Ghost would lurk in the shadows and Soap and Gaz would hide off to play pranks on new recruits, and you happened to know every spot.)

Much to his dismay and after 3 hours of searching, he had finally found Ghost cleaning his weapons in the darkest corner of the barracks, Soap re-loading his bb gun like a desperate child as Gaz laid on his side with an agonizing face, holding his crotch- but.. he didn’t find you.

He let Ghost take place for the meanwhile to scold the boys as he insisted on finding you, maybe you were going through a rough time and didn’t want to show face, or were probably menstruating- he didn’t know, but either way he wanted to help where he could and pull you up and out.

He looked in every nook and cranny, corner and closet, even knocked on your door and entered politely, only to find it empty, also checked the showers and restrooms, walked backed into his office thinking he’d find you stealing from his stash of candy- yet no sight of you.

Lastly he stood outside, drained and concerned, with a hand on his hip as he let out a few puffs of air from his cigarette.

“Where are you bunny? Hmph..”

He cared for you deeply, and not being able to find you had his stomach churning with worry. He had started to panic a bit, worst thoughts of a kidnap situation or worse coming into his mind, but no.. that couldn’t happen, he had the best team that wouldn’t dare let a stranger lay a hand on you, they had their eye on you too-

So he needed to calm down and let his mind wander into purer thoughts, and think calmly.

“-urry up!! Move your ass you excuse of a soldier!!”

Price whipped his head towards the thundering voice of a commander, his mind snapping out of his thoughts as the voice he heard sounded awful- meaning degrading and overall dictating. He poked his head around and couldn’t find the source, until he heard a whimper,

“Ah! I can’t- Agh!!”

“THERE IT IS!!! You can’t do it!! Now how hard is it to admit it!?”

Price’s jaw just about dropped, his cigar following suit as it hit the ground it utter shock and disgust. Not disgusted by you, but by the commander that hovered over you with a finger in your teary and red face, and his foot over your wrist, pressing down on it. This- this is what infuriated Price.

“Oh shows over.”

Stomping angrily towards the commander Price didn’t let a second pass as he barked authoritatively,

“Commander, step away from the Sergeant now!!”

Jumping back like if he saw a ghost, the Commander stuttered as he saw the anger seeping out of Price’s ears,

“J-John-“

“It’s Captain to you- Sergeant, go. In my office.”

The tone Price used was deep and full of rage, his accent coming out thicker than ever. It shook you up a bit, but made you get on your feet in lightning speed, and run to his office without questions asked or daring to look back. You weren’t too sure exactly who he was angry at, but you hoped it wouldn’t be you as you were mentally distraught and exhausted- as well as physically drained and in pain.

“Now who the fuck do you think you are? Eh?”

Price was ready to rip a new one into this asshole, and more was coming as the commander scoffed, trying to play it off,

“Oh- come on. Just giving her extra training, can’t have a dainty woman on the field you know? At some point she will suffer.”

He had let out a dry chuckle, attempting to let his obnoxious behavior slide, but Price only growled,

“You’re not even half the soldier she is... The Sergeant is more of a man than you.”

The commander tsked in disbelief,

“You don’t mean that, we both know the Sergeant doesn’t belong here, she never will.”

Price would’ve killed the man instantly, choked him, stabbed, shot- just murder him for being so hateful and degrading.

But as a Captain, leading to be the best example for his team, he’d be the better man and person, to reply instead with a stern yet calm voice,

“You’ll be out of my face and off my base by the next hour, if not you’ll have Ghost leading you out and he isn’t nice. Don’t make me ask twice, it’s an order.”

Without sparing garbage another glance, Price turned around and spoke into his radio and informed Ghost,

“Ghost I have the commander that needs to be off my unit immediately. If he’s not gone in the next 20 minutes.. you have my permission to do as you please with him until he’s off of it. Am I clear?”

Ghost replied in an instant,

“Affirmative. I also found the Sergeant, though she said you ordered her to your office?”

Price nodded,

“I did, I found her out in the fields with the arsehole, so I sent her in. Deal with him before I do.”

“Will do Price. Don’t worry.”

Price was walking towards his office, trying to calm himself down so he could be present and calm for you, it was a tad hard to do as this piece of trash took it too far with you. Although it was the next sound he heard that turned his anger down completely and raised the new emotion- sympathy and guilt.

He could hear your soft sniffles and muffled groans from behind his office door, it made him upset with himself that he hadn’t found you sooner, or sought for you after your first absence or shift in behavior.

He’d do anything to take it all back, but now he must focus on the present, and help you out where you’d let him. He had to come to understand that you might reject his help after he let you be under the hands of such an evil dictator.

Upon opening the door your cries had stopped, and pleas came out instead as he made appearance in front of you,

“Captain please! I can explain-“

“Sit back down Sergeant.”

He didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh, but the pain in your face had him worried you were straining yourself more by standing up. But you had immediately listened to him, and took your seat with your head hung low, and your hand nursing your wrist, hiding the swelling and bruising.

Price could see how drenched you were in sweat, the bruising on your fingers and wrist, he couldn’t imagine what more damage was done to you on the inside.

Kneeling to the ground in front of you Price placed his hand on your knee, and began to speak kindly,

“You are kind, you are smart, and you’re a very very, beautiful and strong woman, dove-“

You frowned while the tears grew rapidly, refusing to look at him,

“No-“

He raised a finger against your lips as he refused to hear otherwise,

“Yes. Yes you are. A strong soldier as well, with impeccable service and talent to take on a mission and bring everyone home safe. You have a heart of gold, but with a mind of steel... and both are greatly admired by me. You know that?”

Tears finally streamed down your cheeks as you sniffled,

“But he-“

He grabbed onto your hands that were still clenched on your lap as he insisted,

“Who do you trust? Hm? His words or mine?”

Oh of course you trusted Price, he was your Captain and secretly you admired him, he was your greatest competition and everyday you worked hard to be like him, a fearless and mighty leader.

But the harsh words you’ve been hearing go on repeat like a broken record had your heart wanting to doubt it, so much of it almost had you believing it was true.

“I want to believe you Captain but-“

“But you will. Trust me darling. And forgive me for letting him be with you, I should’ve kept an eye on ya regardless... you’re my soldier.”

‘You’re my soldier.’

You could see deep regret in your Captain’s eyes, you knew this wasn’t his fault as he had thought the Commander was a better man, but now he knows the truth.

“I forgive you Captain... I do.”

A smile that crinkled his eyes showed on his face, sympathetically he squeezed your knee and placed a warm kiss on your forehead,

“Thank you darling.. now let me wrap your wrist up for you ok?”

Handing him your wrist carefully you trusted him,

“Please do, it really hurts.”

You let out a little whimper when he held it, it pinched his heart but it made him want to work on it quicker so the pain would go away sooner. He sighed as he started, after his kissed the darkest bruise on it,

“I know, what a bastard... he’s gone now by the way, he’s never coming back here- and if he does Ghost will take care of him ok?”

Relief washed over you at the thought of this man never being in your sights again.

“Oh! That’s good... that’s good.”

It didn’t take long before the Captain was done putting a special cream on it and wrapping it up tightly, smiling proud at his accomplishment.

“There ya go darling... it’s all wrapped up for ya.”

After expecting it you became satisfied with how the cream was beginning to numb the pain,

“Looks good as new Cap-“

“Ahh Sergeant don’t kid yourself-“

“No it is! It’s got the Captain’s touch to it.”

Price knew you were trying to make the two of you feel better, so he went along and pat your head gently,

“It sure does, no one can say they have it.”

Nodding along you smiled, happy you were in the safety and comfort of your Captain’s presence.

“Nope. No one can but me.”

Now you’re walking out of the office with Price by your side, his hand on your shoulder while he guided you to the debrief room. You felt invincible because you were protected by the best Captain and man you knew, no matter what happened and how long.. Price always came back around, he had your back.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Dangerous Pursuit: A John Price x Female Reader Dark Romance Masterlist

There is no such thing as “wrong place, wrong time.” It’s only eat or be eaten, and in your world, you’d rather bite the apple than be bitten by the snake.

Witness to a brutal murder, the incident thrusts you right into the path of Captain John Price. You’re reluctant to help him, but your hand is forced. Everything falls apart after that. You’re uprooted. Abandoned. And you blame this man. Years later, you think you’ve forgotten all about Price, but certain circumstances draw him back into your life. The two of you will either close the distance or end this entanglement in blood.

(shoutout to @glitterypirateduck for tossing this idea my way. It might not be the exact thing we discussed, but the heart of it is the same. I hope you love reading it as much as I've loved putting this thing together.)

Content & Warnings (overall): canon-typical violence, smut, explicit language, alcohol, clubs / clubbing, criminal organizations, attempted abduction, interrogations, possessive / protective behavior (graphic chapters will be marked with ** which indicates a Community Label)

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist

CHAPTERS: (complete)

One // Two ** // Three ** // Four ** //

Five ** // Six ** // Seven // Eight //

Nine ** // Ten **

Bonus Chapter: The Cottage (coming soon)

taglist:

@glassgulls @km-ffluv @glitterypirateduck @tiredmetalenthusiast @spicyspicyliving @childofyuggoth @coffeecaketornado @aykxz98 @kayden666 @36namey

[squishycheekanon]

Regency Price thot🌹🤍

I am working on Limerence and Part two of both mountain man and the pen pal au by popular demand. But while you wait for me to write those please enjoy this lovely Viscount John Price and his Viscountess.

Price sat waiting patiently, newspaper in hands reading the latest gossip of the ton. “Aristocrats.” He scoffed low under his breath. Being one of the wealthiest, best-connected members of the middle class came with privileges but too much gossip as far a Price was concerned. Unless it directly affected him he couldn’t care less.

The doors to the dining room opened and in walked a butler, white curly wig on top of his head, his hands wringing together in nervousness as he looked at his master. “Well?” Price asked without looking away from his newspaper, an interesting snippet about a whistle or a lady down or something or other caught his eye.

“My Lord she..” the lack of answer was beginning to agitate him, he rolled up the paper and slammed it on the table, finally making eye contact with the butler.

“What?” Price snapped.

“She doesn’t seem to be here My Lord.” He said, gulping with unease clear in his voice.

“One of the horses is gone too.” A maid had said a little too loudly as she rushed into the room with the important information. Everyone in the room cringed, each and every servent, perhaps at this point even the entire ton, knows if the Viscountess and one of the horses are missing, someone will either be fired or end up in the hospital.

A wave a darkness crashed through the room as John growled out “Find me who by the time I’m back from retrieving my wife.” His orders were clear as crystal as he rushed from the room, Simon, his number two following swiftly after him.

“My horse Simon.” John grunted pulling out his pocket watch from his jacket. After years of being married to you, he always knew exactly where to find you based on the time of day it was or day of the week.

You thrived in order and schedules, one of the many things that he loved about you. Loved knowing he didn’t have to worry where you’d be at eleven in the morning. Always the drawing room catching up the on stitching you’ve been putting off, frustrated when the cross stitch didn’t form the absolute way you wanted it to.

Simon, ever the loyal to a fault number two replied quickly and lowly, “Yes Viscount.” He began to rush ahead of John making it to the stables before him and barking orders at the stable boys to fetch the masters horse and saddle. Price didn’t bother with riding clothes or shoes, simply latching his everyday boot into the stirrup and hoisting himself up into his horse.

“Shall I follow My Lord?” Simon asked head bowed as usual.

“If you wish.” John didn’t stick around after that, whipping his reigns and taking off on the beautiful brown stallion. “Come on boy, we’ve not got long before it rains!” John shouted to his horse as if the creature actually understood him, though in his fear he did not care.

The looks of the sky had him worried, the last time you went riding in the rain you caught pneumonia. He remembers how you shivered, how you were covered in sweat yet cold and how you burned to the touch. He never wishes to see you that way again. These thoughts had him pushing his horse harder to get to you faster. By the cherry tree you should be, and oh does he hope you are.

You however had just become done with your rage fit and were about to leave. Stupid Miss Carmichael, one of the bitchiest women in the ton. Not even married and yet she had the gall to mock you about not getting around to giving John a child yet. Joking about possible infertility, the words made you sick as did her audacity.

You had been married to your husband two years now and yes you were yet to bore him a child. Though the first year of your marriage, due to it being a simple arrangement, you spent it away from him. Always avoiding him, even on your wedding night you locked yourself in your room.

Though finally he managed to get you to open up to him, taught you many things, you began to love him. He had loved you however since the first moment he saw you. More so when you had advertently put him in his place after he was rude to a servant.

You had spent the second year, still getting to know each other and becoming one as husband and wife didn’t happen until three months ago. It had been essentially two years of little innocent hand touches here and there, longing looks and John standing too close to you at balls and events just so he could feel your warmth and smell your scent for longer. You were both still making up for lost time, having children was not at the forefront of your minds. Well not yours anyway.

You sighed glancing at the horse you’d rode here on, you’d best get back to join John for breakfast was your first thought. Even though it would take barely a minute for him to see you were upset and demand who had made you that way. You didn’t need to put your burden on him as much as he always insisted that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do as his wife.

Blinking up at the sky, you saw rain clouds rolling in and started to feel the drizzle of water falling down from above. Then a clap of thunder and you instantly regretted your decision to ride out here after your awful interaction with Miss Carmichael earlier. “Wonderful.” You sighed annoyed as you pulled your cloak hood over your head and made your way back to the black horse waiting patiently for you. One last look at the cherry tree and you set off into the eye of the storm.

“That’s it girl yah!” You whipped your reigns, both feet tight in the stirrups. You never rode side saddle like most women do, preferring to ride properly. Just as the cherry tree was almost out of a view, the most spectacular sight came bounding toward you. Your husband Viscount John Price gallantly riding his brown steed toward you.

“Darling!” His yell was so quiet in the midst of the rain and thunder, though it was enough to have you stopping your horse and remaining stationary as he began to slow down the closer to you he got.

Pulling on the reigns John came to a halt, horses next to one another legs touching. “Before you say anything,” you began blinking up at your handsome husband who was staring down at you heatedly, he nods encouraging you to go on. “It wasn’t raining when I started riding.”

You give him a smile, and despite the fact that you’re wet through, chilled to the bone, and as far as John is concerned in desperate need of a hot bath, he thinks you’re the most beautiful sight to behold. He smiles back leaning in close to you until his nose brushes against yours, his strong hand coming up to cup your jaw as he whispers into your mouth, looking you dead in the eyes.

“I’m not mad my love, but make no mistake, once you’re warm and dry I plan to bend you over my desk and fuck you from behind. Keep you stuffed with my cum all day, then you can tell me the reason for your riding today and who I need to talk to.”

[callofloony]

Dad nicknames.

Price who is like the dad you never had, accidentally calls you, “little one.” While you two are working.

“Got the reports, little one?”

He didn’t even realize he said it until he saw you absolutely melting, he thought it was sweet, so he was determined to call you more nicknames.

“C’mon, bubs… You’re with me.”

“Job’s done, let’s get out of here, scout!”

“I’m so proud of you, kiddo…”

And it melts you every. single. time. So he keeps doing it.

Eventually it becomes so casual, and so ingrained in y’alls relationship, that you accidentally call him “dad” once, you’re embarrassed by it, but then you look over, and see him melting instead.

[devilmayfamily]

Price is papa, yes. But he is also male wife

Before meeting Price, you were used to having to take care of yourself and doing all the cleaning and cooking around the house when you did live with other people. Upon meeting Price, you were fully prepared to do the same thing for him but mans surprises you.

When you go to do the laundry, you find the man already putting away and ironing clothes. Trying to cook dinner? Nope! That man is in the kitchen already or has ordered your favorite takeout.

At first, you thought it was him still trying to court you but now 4 years into your relationship, he was still doing all these things around the house.

He's in the military and you're not? Don't worry bout dinner honey cuz he made sure to have meal plans curated for short periods away or has takeout on its way every Friday night when he's gone for long periods of time. When he comes back, he is all over you and making sure you don't have to do a thing. He's cooking, cleaning, and cuddling.

You're both in the military? DO. NOT. DO. SHIT. And he means that in the most loving way possible. That man is doing anything and everything he can for you no matter if you can do it on your own or not. 141 will say he's whipped or a simp but John Price is completely ok with that. He loves his wonderful partner and would do anything for them.

And if ever there is a universe or timeline that you're in the military and he's not? He is on that shit night and day. Cooking, cleaning, and making sure that everything is done so that when you come home, there is nothing for you to worry about other than receiving all the love he has for you.

John Price is the dad of 141 but he is the wife of his significant other.

[callsigngrim]

Capt. John Price

Minors don't interact

Brief mention of Face fucking/riding the captain/eating pussy

Please enjoy!!!

Listen Captain John Price letting you wear is hat while you ride him to oblivion is just *chefs kiss*

"Fuck love look at you"

Sweat is dripping down mixing with the come on your chest after he fucked your pretty mouth.

Your a mess but his cock feels so good stuffing you. He guides you while you ride him controlling the pace. He keeps bringing you closer and closer to your release and just before your orgasm hits he stops you pulling you down and making you sit there his cock buried so deep you can see the slight bulge in your tummy.

He looks at you pupils blown wide, marveling at how gorgeous you look wearing his hat, and covered in his come.

He lets you catch your breath before he's thrusting into. You barley have time to register your orgasm approach before it hits you and you all but scream his name.

Then he's on his knees eating his come out of your perfect pussy moaning at the taste of you and him...

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hello hope you are feelling better❣️ if you have mood can you do price with younger s/o and how 141 react to it?

A/n. I love Price and his stupid bucket hat

It wasn’t that much of a shock to Gaz nor the 141 task force when John let it slip he was married. To be honest no one really remembers how they even gotten onto the topic, it was a shock however when the group had found out you were an American, Johnny seemed to love teasing the man, joking about a Brit falling for an American.

Of course that all changed the moment you slipped into the bar where they were all drinking. Alejandro made a quiet comment about how pretty you were though it was Johnny that loudly called to you. Your head quickly snapping towards the voices. A bright sunny smile on your face despite the gloomy London weather.

“Gaz.”

“Hey Y/n.”

Tipping your head to the three mean you stepped closer to the table. “You going to introduce me or should I do it myself.”

Clearing out his throat, John pushed the chair away then walked over to his. His arm slipping around your waist. “This is Y/n…my wife.”

Johnny nearly choked on his beer, the man still reeling the Captain could pull someone like you, Alejandro tried to hide his shock but he still gave John a smile, the man did look happier now that you were standing next to him and Simon seemed to be the less shocked. Having seemed to already know this information.

Snapping out of his shock, Johnny blinked a few times. “I..so why did you.”

“I work for Laswell….before you all get your panties in a twist.” You gave the man a teasing smile. Johnny flushed turning his head away as Simon let out snort.

“So what is it that you do.”

Before you could answer, you felt Price tighten his hold on your hip, Gaz answering the question for you.

“Y/n is one of CIA’s best agent, hack into anything. You should see em decoding, it’s kinda memorizing.”

Johnny still trying wrap his mind around it,he shifted in his seat as he watch Price keep you close, he watched the man place a small kiss to your neck as you let out an airy laugh.

“That how you two met?”

Sighing, you glanced up at John then smiled pinching his cheeks. “Met him thanks to Laswell, it was a bit rocky at first. You wouldn’t believe how stubborn this man is but one thing led to another and well I guess I’m a tea drinker now.”

John let out a snort, he doubted that he could ever stop you from drinking coffee, though he wasn’t going to complain. Not when you left the U.S for him.

“Have tea? Is there what they call it now?” Johnny teased.

“Soap.”

Price flushed then let out an annoyed grunt as you let out a soft laugh giving the man a smirk. “Don’t go giving all my secrets away.” You lent back into your husbands embrace, John tugging his hat further down his face.

It was plainly obvious to the 141 tasks force that you both loved each other deeply and that all that really mattered to the team.