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Price: hey, can you hand me the remote?

Nikolai: moves said remote farther away

The only time Price would take off his boonie, is when he puts it on your head when he fucks you.

141 men + König would absolutely die watching their big girl have to jump while putting on their jeans/pants. They love their big girl.

Since I’m gonna be participating in Kinktober, I need some theme ideas for 31 days of writing! I’m gonna set up a while master masterlist for Kinktober that I will be updating throughout the month, and leave for you all to enjoy!

But…I do need ideas! So send in what you want to have added into Kinktober!

I will not do any incest, dub-con, or vile topics.

Ok so the dragon price fic his almost done I just have bit of writing block but I have a headcannon for y’all so that your pleased

Dragon price headcannons

• his behavior towards you is similar to a crow bring shine stuff to it mate or nest

“ John were the hell did you get that from”

price who is holding a massive Ruby in his arms: a present…for you…

“ honey….where did you even”

it’s so fucking cute 😭 he’s so cute

• don’t rub the space between his wing”s” He WELL make sure your punishment comes unexpected

“ going on luv laughing it makes it easier to show you no Marcy”

• his eyes glow in the dark and it the scariest shit ever

• has a really long tongue in I say more

• when ever he’s angry and he yells at one of the rookies for being a dumb ass you can see a few small sparks

•how does it feel knowing you lad the dragon

my woman

capt. john price

cw: ex husband!price, jealousy, possessive behaviour, breeding, dark-ish themes, baby trapping, dark!john, proceed with caution!!

bunny says: happy birthday to me <3

you couldn't take it anymore. the stress of his job, the lonely nights, the distance was all too much for you. it broke you honestly, you couldn't be that woman for him. the idea of him coming home in a box made you overwhelmed at times.

price understood, he didn't even try to push against the divorce. but that didn't mean that he left you alone. if anything he pushed himself further into your life. that charming smile and those blue eyes, his hearty laugh and his rumble of a voice.

"c'mon, love. who's been over?" he said while standing at your front door. he stood a good head over you, he was broad as well. his eyes were cold as he asked again, "who's been over, lovie?"

you swallowed, "my sister she came over to see how i was doin'. plus, we're not married anymore, i can have whoever i want over."

price looked at you, "i pay for this place, technically i can decide who comes in and who leaves." he brushed past you and walked into the flat. hands in his jeans as he looked around.

you knew you couldn't physically kick him out, it was like an ant pushing a boulder! you stayed far back from him with your arms crossed, "john, get out."

he peeked into the kitchen before he walked in and said, "don't think so, love. i have to make sure that my girl is behavin'." he opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk, "oat milk drinker, now?"

your throat tightened, "i had a friend over."

price looked at the carton, "must've been over a lot, or used a lot of milk." he shook the carton, "almost empty."

your stomach flipped. after your divorce you had met a lovely man who worked stable hours and had a winning smile. but price didn't need to know that.

"you bringin' men into my home, fuckin' them on sheets i bought. you whorin' yourself out now, love?" his voice was laced with venom as he put the carton down, "everything you are, i made. from your rank when you were servin' to the home you live in." he got closer to you.

you swallowed, "john, leave."

"no, no." he closed the gap between you two. he took you by the wrists and leaned in, "no woman of mine is gonna be a cheap fuckin' slag."

"i'm not your woman, your girl or your wife."

"then maybe i didn't fight hard enough to keep ya."

your stomach flipped once more. there was something about price that broke your resolve. even after all the pain and heartbreak, he was your husband. so when he kissed you, you didn't push him away.

he picked you up with relative ease, you wrapped your legs around his waist on instinct for fear that he'd drop you. he put you down with a bit of force onto the recliner he loved so.

your face felt heated as you were about to let your ex-husband fuck you.

"my girl on my chair." he chuckled. he remembered the nights where he'd have a beer and watch the football game while you were in between his legs like an obedient little puppy.

he watched you strip of your clothes, his larger hands helped you as you struggled to get out of your sweatpants. poor girl, always needs a mans help. price knew that your limp dicked new man couldn't help the way he could.

he loved the sight of your nude, all the curves and dips. the wetness of your cunt that gleamed in the light of the room. he got his cock out of his jeans and stroked it.

"remember this, love?" he smiled down at you, "i know you're pretty familiar with it." he chuckled, you spread your legs for him like a good wife. he reached over with his free hand and ruffled your hair.

"please, john." you moaned.

he chuckled, "impatient girl, bet ya touched yourself thinkin' of me and lied to your new man about it. bet ya told him that you were more than happy to suck his limp cock. nothin' like mine, eh?"

you looked at him, "there's nothing i could find or buy that felt like you."

he laughed, a full hearty laugh then met your gaze once more, "good." he said, "i'm glad i ruined that pussy of yours. because you're my wife and this is the only cock you'll need." then leaned over you and pushed his cock into you.

you choked out a gasp at the fullness you felt. you could feel it in your stomach. you gripped onto the armrests of the seat as you tried to regain the air in your lungs.

your pussy felt like heaven to him.

the sex was brutal, your sweaty back got stuck to the leather as he held your hips and battered your sweet cunt. he liked the idea that he ruined you for other men, that no one else could make you feel the way he did.

"do you see now." he said, "we're meant to be."

you looked away, "john, please." you felt the warmth pool in your gut. he took you by the jaw and pulled you into a kiss as he continued to move against you.

"you're my heart and soul, baby girl." his voice was low and erotic, "made just for me." he wanted to get it through to you that you were meant to be with him. arousal shot through him at the idea, the best way he could make sure that the two of you would be tied together.

it fueled him to push his cock as deep as it could go. his heavy balls hit against your ass as he fucked you without abandon. your sweet moans filled his head and he could feel his grey t-shirt grow hot with sweat.

he didn't worry, next round he'd get undressed fully. for now your sweet slick would ruin the denim of his jeans. he gazed at the expressions on your face as you closed your eyes.

"that's it."

"please, john. fuck, pull out." you whined.

"can't do that, love. you're keeping me in ya. you want this too. keep a little reminder on me in ya when you call that fuckin' prick of yours to break up."

"i'm not breaking up with him." you trembled in an attempt to gain some kind of control

he grabbed you by the hair and made you look at him. his chuckled lowly, "cute, love. but no, you're going to sit there with my cum in your cunt as you call that fuckin' prick to tell him to leave you alone. or better yet, you keep my cock nice and cozy inside ya when you call."

you swallowed and whimpered, "please, john."

he gave you a rough kiss on the cheek, his facial hair was scratchy against your soft, sweaty skin, "it's either that, or he won't be walkin' ever again. i'd suggest you take the more merciful option." he let go of your hair and quickened his pace.

you squeezed your eyes shut once more and it wasn't long before orgasm pulled you under. your slick cunt gripped his cock as the euphoria rushed through you.

price was pleased with himself as a pathetic noise left your lips. he gave a few more hearty thrusts before he finished. his noises were lower, darker and deeper than yours.

"good girl." he said, "lettin' your man do what needs to do to keep this together." he pushed strands of hair out of your face, his cock still hard in you, "see, you can listen. you can behave."

"john." you whined.

he patted your cheek lovingly, "shh, not now. let it happen." his voice was so calm and cool. the tonal whiplash made your head feel murky.

why did you leave him anyway?

he then grabbed you by the hair and brought you down onto the expensive carpet. he took off he shirt while you were on your shaky hands and knees. he knew your pulse was racing.

"don't worry baby girl." he said as he kissed your sweaty back, "just gotta go a few more times... until it takes."

-

while re-marriage wasn't common, being mrs. price was your rightful title. especially now that your little girl was born. price got you a nice house on a piece of land out in the country. you could raise your little family in peace.

"c'mon honey." you cooed at your toddler as she tried to stand on shaky legs, "go see daddy." there was such tenderness in your voice.

who would've thought a nice house and a cute little babe would've fixed ya right up!

price watched you try to teach your little girl how to walk on the grass. your hands held her smaller ones. price smiled at the rim of his teacup. for a moment he thought he lost you, but there's no worries now. you were his and next time he wouldn't let you leave. <3

NSFW!

♥︎ strictly 18+ ♥︎ p! twt links ♥︎ part 4 ♥︎

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY… ♥︎

what better way to wake your husband up than to ride his cock in the skimpy lingerie he bought you

simon prepping you open before stuffing another of your holes full

riding simon in the rec room

sloppy head for your lieutenant

simon takes you to a remote cabin for your anniversary

elevator shenanigans w frat bf! simon

the mask stays on, even when your fully spread and squealing

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH… ♥︎

cuddles and sex

wearing your underwear like a ring on his cock bc he’s yours and only yours

christening the new house w some fun in bed

boob job for nerd bf! johnny

paying thanks to johnny for taking you on such a loved holiday w your mouth

johnny is a tease through and through

back shots w silly! soap

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK… ♥︎

spread your cheeks for kyle

squelching and slurping as he shoves his cock into your drooling cunt

sneaking into gaz’s bunk to show him some love

slow and sweet sex w big dick kyle

beach day w kyle ends w you on your knees

you and kyle are left alone in the car.. what else is there to do

clap them cheeks for gaz

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE… ♥︎

price loves eating your pussy

john just can’t keep his hands (or cock) to himself when you wear pink

mafia boss! price takes you on his poker table

professor! price takes good care of his favourite student

any glimpse of pink and he’s feral

missionary w your older neigbour! john

you buy a pink wig… ofc he was gonna fuck you in it

been thinking of maybe making a tag list, pls lmk if you’d like to be added <3333

♥︎ p! twt links ♥︎ part 3 ♥︎

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY… ♥︎

older bf! simon making you cum

simon’s uncircumcised cock

squirting for simon

your simon’s fav sweet treat

kidnapper! simon fucks u in the forest

simon showing off to the boys

simon just likes having sex out in the wild ig

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE… ♥︎

john price is so good w his hands

slow morning sex w the captain

older bf! john takes you to a hotel

professor price milking your pretty cunt

riding your captains face

older neighbour! john busting ur door down after u send him this #real

yes john loves u in pink

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK… ♥︎

riding gaz in the barracks

legs up for gaz

gaz fucking and spanking his pretty girl

at home videos w gaz

gaz graces the gc w sneaky vids of u guys in bed

kyle was just so desperate he ripped your jeans

welcoming gaz home

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACATAVISH… ♥︎

morning sex w johnny

soap loves his girl in red

soap and you at the pool oops

johnny throat fucking you

soap is a kinky bastard

sex w a view or two for soap

1000% send this typa shit to the boys gc

I GIGGLED

Captain John Price, big, important, burly man - intimidating, strong, ruthless...

But imagine him sneezing in a briefing and throwing his back out. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Kate all staring at him as he freezes, one hand on the table, hunched over, a pained groan rumbling from his chest.

"Did y' jus' throw your fuckin' back out, sir?" Ghost says.

"Christ, yer missus' not gon be happy 'bout tha', sir." Soap comments.

"Shut your bloody mouth 'n get me a chair."

No comment. Just cumming.

♥︎ STRICTLY 18+ ♥︎ P! TWT LINKS ♥︎ PART 5 ♥︎

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY… ♥︎

professor! simon fingering his favourite girl

showing simon’s cock the love it deserves

best friends dad! simon fucking you as his daughter sleeps upstairs

shoving your face into the mattress as he ploughs his cock into your tight little cunt

size kink galore w older bf! simon

mafia boss! simon fucking your pretty pussy w his glock

first thing simon’s doing when he’s back home

mid mission fun w your sexy lieutenant

head AND a boob job for ghost

older neighbour! simon showing you just how strong he is

sex w single dad simon

fucking gym owner! simon in his office

kidnapper! ghost punishing you for running away (tw)

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE… ♥︎

breeding galore w dbf! john

babysitting john’s kids comes w plenty of perks

sloppy head for your captain

the kids are at school and you’re off the clock, so you and john can be as loud as you want

shower sex w john after you put his kids to bed

older neighbour! price comes over and manhandles you

shower sex on base

showing john’s heavy balls some love

childhood best friend! john eating your plush ass

professor! price fucking you before your parents get home

your captain has to keep you quiet as he fucks you in his office

soft and sweet moments w your captain

stalker! john finally getting to fuck you (tw)

kidnapper! john ties you up and pleasures you with his hands (tw)

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH… ♥︎

johnny fucking your throat and fingering you

johnny loves a pair of fishnets

sex w frat! bf soap

plumber! johnny fucking you in front of your bathroom mirror

you’re a whimpering mess as johnny licks your pussy clean

you and johnny cannot be trusted alone in a safe house

quick thrusts and hair pulling w your neighbour

practice makes perfect

johnny has one hand on the wheel and the other on your wet pussy

just curl up on the couch at let your bf do the work

showing mafia boss! johnny’s cock some love in his penthouse

yes johnny just loves getting his cock sucked by his pretty little gf

johnny putting your vibrator to good use

johnny making you leak all over his sheets

riding ceo! johnny in his office

kidnapper! johnny having some fun w his new girl (tw)

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK… ♥︎

gaz choking you as he fucks you

giving rockstar! gaz head after his show

gaz loves your tits

you finally let your hot roommate fuck you

shaking ass on kyle’s cock

getting his dick wet before bed

good morning sex and keeping it quiet

gaz mixing your juice in the back of the heli

soft moans first thing in the morning as gaz thrusts in and out of you

frat bf! gaz giving u a cream pie in his dorm

gaz is packing

dick so good, you have to be muffled by a pillow

kidnapper! gaz having his way w u sprawled out on the floor (tw)

STARTED A TAG LIST PLS LMK IF YOUD LIKE TO BE ADDED <333

TAGLIST: @popppylove @havoc973 @ficcharsimp009

Believe {Father John Price & Reader} [Angst, verbal Fight]

You loved your Dad. You really did. You may not know him, but you knew he was a good man, a soldier. But you don't remember a time where he was really there for you. One day, he sits at the table with you, asking you questions and all you can think of, is why?

A/N: I absolutely didn't base this off of a c.ai Bot I talked with. Absolutely not. Now cry like I have.

TW: yelling, family argument, ilugky crying, fighting, discussions about absent father, exactly that father trying his best, people saying things they don't mean or want to say, !!NO ABUSE!!

You had come home from college, when you already saw the strange truck in the driveway. It took a few minutes before you remembered it was his truck. You father was back. You weren't bothered, but it also didn't spark any real type of joy in you. Your keys jingling, you opened the front door, kicked off your shoes, threw your backpack next to them and looked for you mother to say hello.

You mother was in the living room, lounging on the couch, a thick arm around her shoulder, as you could see your father's head buried in her hair, slowly scratching his scalp. "Hey Mom." She didn't perk up like usually, her eyes only scanning you drowsily. It was kind off cute. She smiled, greeting you back softly, her voice a bit cracked. She had cried, but you didn't bother. Of course she did. "Hey John." You smiled at your father as well, even if it was a tad more blank than the one given to your mother. He noticed, if course he did.

Dinner was already done, so stalking into teh kitchen to serve yourself some food, there were a bunch of small candies strewn on the table. You recognized them. The tiny pinkish Bonbons wrapped in yellow, blue and green paper, a fancy font slapped onto it displaying it's name. You had eaten these a bunch when you were little. But you hadn't for about 10 years at that point. You sighed. It was a cute gesture, so you stuffed them in your pocket. One of your friends would eat them, it would be okay.

Finishing your dinner and putting away the plates, John accompanied you in the kitchen. "Hey, Mouse. How was school?" "Good." An awkward silence settled into the room. "Anything special happened?" "No." Another period of silence as he sat down at the table, in front of where you had been sitting. "I see you took the candy?" "I'll give it to a friend. I don't like them." He looked a bit confused. "I thought you liked them? You always lived them as a child." You sighed, taking your seat. "Exactly. I was a child. I don't like them anymore, too sugary sweet." You didn't know what he thought, not being able to read him like your mother.

"What uh... What have you been up to while I'm gone?" "Studying. I have a Job to earn some pocket money. Got new friends." "Are you dating anyone?" You shook your head. "Not interested right now. Maybe some day." He smiled. "That's good. Wanting to focus on your studies first." "I want to be there for Mom, that's all. If I get a partner, paired with the Job and my studies, I won't be able to be there for her. Don't want her to basically loose her only other family member." Your words struck John, his gaze flickering to your Mom still lounging on the couch.

"I-" he paused and sighed, scratching his neck. "I know I wasn't always there. But I have a few months off now, so we could... We could do something together. If you want." You shrugged. "Sure. Anything specific?" "I hoped you might have some suggestions." You chuckled. Of course. "Well. What do you like to do?" He pondered. He actually didn't really know. He usually stayed home, doing something fun like going to theme parks or taking the kids to teh ice cream parlour down the street. "I don't mind as long as we do something together. I really missed you two and we could do something together, I thought. As a family."

"That's sweet, John." You simply added. "Let Mom plan something, she's better at it than I am." Another round of silence brewed over them. "You stopped calling me Dad." Price stated, matter of factly and you flinched. You tried to avoid the subject. "Yeah." You paused. How would you let him know without sounding harsh? "I don't think it's right someone you don't know your father. It shouldn't be that way." Your words stung. They stung to actually admit, but they stung more to be heard by your father. You loved him, you did. But you just weren't sure if he really was your father. Biologically, yes. But he had never been there for you, or your Mom.

"I'm... Sorry. I'll try to make it up." "It's okay, you don't need to. You already lost my entire childhood, I don't think a few years more will matter." You mumbled, glancing at the table. You really didn't want to look at him right now. You were being honest, you remembered him always preaching to be honest to him and his Mom, so that they could always be honest with you. So you did just that. What would it do to hide your hurt? You could feel the way he had to digest your words. "I know I wasn't there in your life. But I would like to be. Please, Mouse. Let us.. talk. Tell me what you like, what you want, I'll get it."

You huffed. "I don't want anything money can buy. I want a father. A real one." Your words sounded harsher than they should have, tone sharp and accusatory. "Sorry, that's not... I just meant I don't need anything from you. Thank you though." He stared at you, you could feel your body heating up at his stare. Or was that your feeling of guilt making you feel this way? "I understand." was the last words spoken in the small room for a while. "I know I was absent. I promise you, I missed you all the time. I just wanted to hold you, see you grow up... I hated coming here with you having already achieved so many milestones. Milestones I couldn't witness, a baby that was mine, that I didn't raise sits in front of me as an adult. I know it's not supposed to be this way, and I really want to make it up. To get to know you. Please."

Your breath was shaky, as you looked out the window to the garden, tears starting to burn in your eyes. "I needed a father. Not a soldier that was never here." You muttered, you voice waivering slightly. "I know." He leaned forwards, putting his hands on yours. You pulled it backwards instinctively, regretting the action on the spot, as you saw his hand retract back, hesitantly, he spoke again: "I know it hurts." "Do you? Do you really?!" You felt your patience snap, something in you just telling you to scream at him, another part begging you not to, he was a poor man working his job and trying his best for you, he couldn't do anything against the fact that his best just wasn't enough. Startled, his eyes finally found yours, fury in your eyes as you stood up.

"Because I know how much it hurt watching you leave! Every single time, seeing your back as you got into the truck and disappeared for months! Do you know how it broke Mom?! I took care of her, when she was depressed, not being able to get out of bed because the thought struck her that you could be dead!" Your mother shuffled into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed because of the commotion. Your voice was louder, even if you weren't shouting, it was simply slightly raised by your anger. "When she didn't know how to fix something in the house. I tried my best to look it up and do it myself! I did the heavy lifting, I was that one kid in school who only ever had her mother! They called her a whore, you know that?! I protected Mom, I protected myself! Because you weren't there, like you should have been!"

He seemed surprised, before his body slumped into itself. Exhaustion clear on his features. You felt pity, but you also felt you weren't done. You wanted to be down so bad. Why did everyone else get what they wanted but not you? "I'm sorry, I wish I could go back, do it all again, make different choices, but I can't. And I hope we can go forward together, Mouse. I don't want to loose you becaus eif my mistakes, little one. I know my Job isn't an excuse to not be there for you and your Mom, I..." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "I tried to protect you by keeping threats out of this country, people away from weapons they shouldn't have, and yet I failed to realise it was too far away for you. And I... I hope you can forgive me like your mother can, e-" "No, I can't!" You screamed, interrupting your father in his speech.

"I can't and I won't! How can I forgive a man I don't know?!" You started to cry, the sadness and disappointment mixing with you anger and simply becoming too much, as tears fell down your face and sobs and whines accompanied you. "The only one in this house that knows you is she!" Pointing towards your mother, Price didn't even need to follow you finger, the only other person in this house being her. "I know. I know. I want to get to know you, so please, calm down, sit, let us talk about ourselves. Please. I just want to be a father for you." "WELL YOU WON'T BE!" your mother gasped, John startled and you stopped in your track, knowing you went too far. You didn't even mean to say it, it just slipped out.

Grabbing a tissue, you pushed her stunned mother aside, making your way up the stairs to your room, as your crying became more violent. You heard your father scramble up in his seat as you were halfway up the stairs, his heavy feet booming on the floorboard, as he reached you when you were at the top of the stairs. "Please, Honey. I know it's a lot, but I really want to know you, I want you to know me, let us start a new beginning, please! I'll be there for you!" You turned towards him. "Until you have to leave again. I know your Job still comes first, John." "I won't let you down, I promise! I'll.. I'll find a way!" You huffed, your eyes gazing upwards to the ceiling, trying to hold back even more tears, even though they dropped anyways. "I know you won't."

"They will call and you will leave, and then we won't hear anything form you until you suddenly show back up. And then we'll have to talk to each other again! That's not how it's supposed to be! That's now how it should be! You should be here for me, and I know this is selfish and rude and mean, but I just wanted a normal family!" John shook, you could see tears forming in his eyes, as he realized the pain he actually caused you. "I'm sorry I failed you." "It's okay." Your voice sounded oddly at peace then. "I stopped believing in you a long time ago." You entered your room, locking it, as you pushed your back to the door, falling to the ground. For a few seconds you could controll yourself, before your son's, cries, whails and whimpers were unconfined escaping your mouth. You just wanted to scream, punch, run. You loved him. He was your father, so why did it hurt this much?

John, on the other hand. Stood frozen, tears catching in his muttonchops, as he stared at your closed door, posters decorating it he had never seen before, drawings and pictures of friends he didn't know. He had gone wrong so many times, why, oh why didn't he realize it sooner?

Captain, good to see you…

Just thought about a beauty and the beast AU w/ Captain john price, everyone's favorite hairy bear of a man. it's still a musical and everything, (live action songs cause evermore and days in the sun are top tier). youre just this pretty 'little'(metaphorically) thing, john feels like a creepy old man? Beast? idk anyway then sprinkle some corruption kink, daddy issues, and some heavy heavy dirty feral monster fucker smut in there and maybe a twist ending 😙😶‍🌫️🤭🤭🤭I'm really starting to think with all of my ideas that i might need to write some cod fanfiction 😗😗😗😗😗

My love for older men/dilfs 🤝 John motherfucking Price

ok I'm back with CoD art but it's my OCS

Drawn Blood under the cut

I might make this into a small comic about Ray dealing with his PTSD and Price helping him? Maybe.

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I pledge allegiance to the Flag of Call of duty, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under Captain Johnathan Price, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.