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vixen7243 · 22 days

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Lurking in the Shadows

Husband!John Price X AFAB!Reader|Obsessed!Ghost X AFAB!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

MDNI!!

John was no blind man, he knew how beautiful and young his wife is and arguably way out of his league, he was well aware of that fact. The day he met you he knew he was a goner and also knew he was going to make you his no matter what it took. He really thank what ever higher power there was that you were just as smitten with him, falling into his grasp easily, letting his manipulative actions and jealousy never scare you away. You were his everything, which made it very easy for him to propose to you and give you everything he had, spoiling you and treating you like a princess. He loved getting you dresses, even if you only ever mostly walk around in his clothes feeling more comfortable that way, only putting on his favorite dresses for when he comes back home from missions or your special date nights.

Without saying, when John had told you that he was bringing his lads home with him after a rather taxing mission you put on one of his most favorite dresses, red with white polka dots, something that truly made you feel like the little housewife that John prided you to being, which you reveled in when he would carry you to bed burying his head between your thighs praising you for all the work you do around the house while he's gone and still working a full time job. Slipping on your wedges you greeted his team with the biggest smile while clinging onto John's arm. John was beaming while watching his men gape at you, and with more time you hovered around them catering to all of them he noticed their embarrassed shifted trying to hide their erections anytime you would get closer. That first night back John folded you into your guy's bed, your moans being muffled either by his mouth or from you shoving you mouth over a pillow.

Following the meeting between you and his team, you kept a watchful eye over his lieutenant, whose eyes tracked you around the house, Soap and Gaz's lust for his wife was open but respectful due to the fact that you were their captain's wife. There was once day when he had invited them all over that Simon had gone to the 'bathroom' but was gone a little too long, getting up, John quietly climbed the stairs, eyes trained on his room as he saw a shadow move, standing silently he watched as Simon bunched up a pair of your underwear, his other hand cupping his crotch. Making a move to get down the hall and hide around a corner into a spare room, John watched as Simon quickly went into the bathroom. Chuckling himself John made his way back downstairs.

Since then, John watched as Simon followed you around like a desperate puppy, positive that if he had a damn tail it would be wagging every time you would give him any appreciation and attention. Enjoying the little moments of witnessing Simon try to play house with you, John stay silent letting his lieutenant continue to play make believe till one night he heard Simon moaning your name in his spare room. Walking up to the door he leaned closer and listened, turning quickly at the sound of your hushed voice from down the hall. "John? Honey what are you doing?"

"Shh." John held his finger up to his mouth, putting your hand over your mouth, you quietly made your way over standing by him and leaned with him wondering what he was trying to listen to and that's when you heard it too. Simon grunting and moaning out your name, a soft whimper following, looking up wide eyed at John, the two of you stayed silent, looking away from him you bit your lip. John smirked looking down at you, you were in one of his shirts and nothing else, reaching his hand down he slipped it up the front cupping your mound making you gasp and grasp his forearm. Putting his finger back up to his lips, his smile still present, John swiped his middle finger through your cunny, your hips flinching at the motion. John made slow movements with his middle finger around your clit, feeling your arousal slowly wetten his fingers. You stepped closer to him pouting while reaching a hand out to his shoulder trying to pull him down to kiss, slotting your lips over his you heard Simon grunt your name out making you moan into John, moving your hips with him. Pulling back you felt John push a finger in, making you push into his chest trying to muffle yourself, shuffling your feet apart you gave him more room, then pushed one of your hands into the waist band of his sweats grabbing his chub, swiping your thumb over his tip mimicking the movement of his fingers thrusting into your cunny. The sound of Simon moaning to you was making you dizzy, quietly wishing the door was open so the both of you could watch.

John leaned down, his mouth right next to your ear, he could feel your cunt tightening around his fingers, rolling your clit under his thumb, "Say his name and I'll let you cum."

Rolling your head back and then leaning it against the door to hear Simon whimper your name out, closing your eyes your hand squeezed around the base your walls spasming around his fingers, "Fuck, Simon." You moaned quietly John quickly covering your mouth and using his hooked fingers in your cunt guided you to your shared room before closing the door and leaning into you against it as he buried his fingers deep into you again grazing his fingers against your gummy walls.

"Again darling, come on."

You whine looking up to him, hesitant before feeling his hand slow down, clenching down onto his fingers you arched into his hand, "Hmm, Simon, don't stop." John groaned feeling you cum on his fingers, leaning down kissing you.

"Good girl." John took you to bed making you come again wrapped around his cock, making you moan Simon's name again.

After the two of you got comfortable in bed, you drew little patterns over his chest, "John?" Feeling the vibrations of him humming to you, you flattened your hand into the hair on his chest, "You aren't mad about Simon moaning my name? ... Or that I was getting turned on from it?"

John couldn't help the chuckle that came from him as he rubbed his hand along your side, "Darling, if I was mad about it, I definitely wouldn't have stuffed my fingers into your cunt getting you to cum while moaning his name. It's fine, you looked cute anyways blushing, listening to him fuck his hand, probably wishing it was your cunt."

Pushing up he could tell you were scowling, "Don't rile me up again John, otherwise you'll have to take responsibility."

"Let me do just that."

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Since then you and John purposefully made perfect little moments for Simon to get alone time with you, especially being easier when Gaz got a girlfriend and didn't come over as often, and eventually Soap doing the same, but due to the fact that he was trying to find him a girlfriend like you. Simon not caring to look from anyone else, mind consumed with just you.

After long talks over the phone, John and you had come to an agree about tagging Simon into your guys relationship, which built up to tonight.

Simon felt ridged as he couldn't look away from you or John, eyes transfixed at the sight of cum sliding and pool below you.

"Simon." Snapping his eyes back up to you, your sweet voice calling him in, "Come here." Looking to John, he nudged the door open, stepping in, swallowing the lump in his throat when your and John's eyes looked down at the cum spot on his sweats. "Oh, you waisted it all." Feeling John's fingers dragged lightly on your inner thigh, you shivered, "Aren't you going to come any closer?"

"Well then, don't keep her waiting, eh." John dragged his fingers back up your thigh, watching Simon make 4 quick steps to the edge of the bed, yeah, he was your puppy, his eyes watching you, wandering down to your swollen cunny.

Resting your fingers down to your cunt, you spread your lips for him moaning from the sensitivity, "Come here Simon." His eyes glanced to John for a moment before looking back to you and getting up onto the bed and kneeling at the edge, as your fingers swiped through the mess of you and John, you pushed up from John, keeping your sticky fingers up, making your way to Simon, grabbing hold of his bare shoulder you raised your fingers to his lips, "Clean them for me please." Simon knew he was wrong for this, not only would he be tasting you but he would be tasting John as well, but he couldn't pass this up, dragging his tongue up your fingers he took them into his mouth groaning around them, his tongue wrapping around your digits, eyes rolling as you pushed your fingers deeper into his mouth. "So good Simon, do you like it?" Your voice was teasing but he didn't care, nodding his head around your fingers his eyes darted down as you grabbed his wrist guiding his hand towards you mound.

You pulled your hand from his mouth, holding the back of his neck, bringing him back with you as you fell back into the sheets, head on your pillow ass in the wet spot of yours and John's cum. Pulling him in to a kiss, your tongue pushed past his lips, his tongue pushing against yours taking over the kiss, all his pent up emotions and desires being poured into it. Feeling your soaked cunt with his fingers he groaned into your mouth, shoving two fingers into you pumping in making John's cum gush around his fingers to drip out. Pulling back from you Simon, kissed your cheeks, jaw and then down to your chest, suckling your nipple into his mouth, jerking when he felt John's big hand on the back of his head pushing him more into your chest. Looking back up to you, you were blissed out, just letting Simon explore, taste and feel you, keeping his pace he continued scissoring his fingers into you, tongue swirling your nipple.

Simon felt John's hand slide up slight, and start to push down, "Clean her up before you do anything more." You moaned arching your back ever so slightly at what John is telling Simon to do.

"Please Si?" Simon couldn't say no to that, relenting, he let John guide his head down to between your thighs, laying flat on the bed, wrapping his lips around your clit, before dragging his finger out from you and then sucking his fingers clean, looking up to you holding the eye contact as he started dipping his tongue into your core, John's cum invading his taste buds making his cock twitch, pushing his fingers back into you, he kept flexing his fingers scooping the cum and bringing it to his mouth, groaning when your fingers interlocked with John's in his hair tugging him more into you. "I'm going to cum already. I'm so sensitive Si, don't stop." Moaning into you as he started to taste your sweet juices dripping onto his chin, coating the sides of his mouth as he was swallowing everything coming out of you. Twisting slightly you cried out, your thighs squeezing around Simon's head, pushing up and against his mouth you came.

Relaxing your legs around his head, Simon had made to move back up your body, but John's firm grip on his head kept him there, grunting as Simon continued to eat you out, John's death grip pushing Simon into your cunt more. Crying slightly you tried to push John's hand from Simon's head, but couldn't get the strength to, your breath leaving you as Simon's grunts and whimpers against your slit making you roll your eyes feeling like white hot pokers were stabbing your gut as you gushed over his mouth again, a strangled, guttural groan tear through your throat. Pulling his hand back John leaned back down by you, "God darling, you look so beautiful coming apart like that. You going to let Simon bury his cock in you, refill this greedy hole with his cum?"

Simon caught his breath as he sat up watching as you spread your legs to give him space to scoot closer up your body, shoving his sweats down before relocking his lips with yours, making you taste yourself and John on his tongue. Simon guided his cock into your swollen dripping cunt, the both of you moaning as he pushed himself all the way in to the hilt holding still burning every second to him memory, the feel of your tight cunt squeezing him making sure he practically stays buried inside of you. Cupping your cheek Simon's heart swelled, as much as his mind had been play ruthless tricks with him he knew that even if this was some sick past time for you and John to use him in your marital bed to spice things up he would burn every inch of your body into his brain, the feel of your body pressed against him and under him, your moans of pleasure ringing in his ears. Grinding down into you, his pubic bone pushing sweetly into your clit, he had started to give slow thrusts into your spent cunt, your gummy walls already starting to spasm around him, making his cock twitch.

Whimpering against your open mouth Simon grabbed you hand pushing it into the pillows by your head, locking his fingers with yours, "Y/N, fuck, cum, please, cum for me." You looked into his eyes, locking your legs around his waist feeling the head of his cock against your cervix pushing with each thrust more against it, "So long, fuck, you're all that I can think about lovie, please, cum, let me feel it please." He was desperate, needy, begging you, something he wasn't used to, but for you, he would gravel at your feet for even a second of a chance to get you to just glance at him. Sliding your hand into his blonde hair you kissed him, his feelings pouring into each thrust, each swipe of his tongue in your mouth, moving your hips with him, the two of you got lost in your own world as Simon groaned cuming in you, halting his hips flesh against yours, your walls tightening around him as you gushed around him moaning with him.

Pulling back, Simon huffed looking down at you, your eyes droopy as you smiled up at him before looking to the side, following your gaze he looked at John who was stroking his cock. Pull out of you Simon was moving to give a little space for you and John when John had suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him to lay down by you, caught by surprise Simon stared up at him as he felt John's hand dig into his pocket taking out your underwear and handing it to you. Simon watching as you smiled at John and swiped the material through your folds groaning before turning on your side to looking at Simon, "Open up." Simon's mind shut off, he had no clue what they were going to do but he listened, opening his mouth slightly you started pushing your underwear past his lips, he could taste his cum as you held it there, dragging your fingers down his jaw trancing the outline. Before he could fully process that he felt a big hand wrap around his cock, jolting he looked down and watched, shocked as John started jerking him off.

Grabbing his chin, you made him look at you, "I want you to cum again for me, but I'm all fucked out, you'll let John work you to another won't you?" Grunting around your underwear he rolled his eyes, his cock twitch to life as John continued, unrelenting as he made Simon near another orgasm. Simon looked back into your eyes, fuck, he was doomed, wrapped our your finger he would do so much as to let John jerk him off at a chance now to make you happy, thrusting his hips up to meet John's hand Simon continued to whimper bending to your mercy Simon arched up bending a knee, gripping onto your wrist that was holding his chin Simon came, reaching down to hold John's hand still as he continued milking the rest of his spend onto his stomach.

"Such a good boy." You whispered kissing his temple, gently pulling your underwear from his mouth, then running your thumb over his roughened bottom lip, kissing his lips softly you scooted closer to him as John grabbed a hand towel cleaning the both of you up before turning the light off and curling into you from behind, "Just sleep here yeah? This is where you belong now, okay?" Simon didn't question any of it as he laid onto his side wrapping around you, sandwiching you between the two.

Part 3

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Just picture John and Simon yeah?😘 Hopes this was good, sorry, been working on this for the past two days😣 Was having hard time not to just mentally drift wishing that I was truly being sandwiched between them.😫🥵😵‍💫💕

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vampykween · 6 months

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i would be such a good little housewife to price doing all the little chores, baking lots of yummy treats, and letting him fuck whenever, wherever - letting him fill me up and give him lots of chubby babies

#god i need him so badly ahhh #i don’t even want kids but for him i’ll give him as many as his heart desires #price would spoil his pretty young wife so well too i know it #mic writes #john price x reader #husband!price

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angelstate · 4 months

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Husband!Price x Wife!reader

Captain Price isn’t a good man, he never claimed to be one and barely fills the requirements to be considered a moral being in the most mundane aspect of questioning life scenarios he is put to experience over and over again as he grows consciously older.

He knows just how tarnished he is, how dirty his hands are with blood, and how the closest he’ll ever get to heaven is by your side, and in all honesty, he wasn’t a man who craved a peaceful afterlife, nor did he crave for the existence of the promised afterlife his religious mother talked to him about every night to be true.

Your existence is the only thing that soothes his aching heart, the only person who makes him feel better and unconsciously worse for being the man he is. Because you hold him so gently, speak so softly, and mutter praises for putting his life on the line, for losing morals so the entirety of the world didn’t lose theirs.

He feels as if it’s rotten work to love him, a tortuous action you keep because of the high morals he was never able to develop or comprehend. He sees you as a Martyr for staying with him when he continuously leaves you, disappearing to fight the evils of the world he knows won’t be eradicated anytime soon.

Aren’t you the kindest of angels for guarding him everywhere he goes, a photo of you hidden in a small pocket on his hat, the smell of your sweet perfume on his suitcase “so you don’t forget my smell” you explained while saying goodbye to him at the door of your home. Oh, sweet angel, he will never forget you.

He usually doesn’t make promises he can't keep, not wanting to feed false hope to the people he cares for, but when you stare at him with teary doe eyes and a pretty smile on your lips because you refuse to cry in front of him, refuse to that be the last expression he sees on your face if the inevitable thing that is death happens to him in the battlefield and not in your arms, of old age with a peaceful mind, he feels compelled to promise his return, to ease your mind and take away the crushing pressure on his chest.

he would die for his teammates, but he would live for you.

“Try and return to me” you whisper in his ear, kissing him on the cheek before pulling away, you have no idea what he would do to ensure he finds his way into your arms one more time before perishing. “Of course, love” he replies, voice gruff yet holding an endearment he only has for you.

And he remembers your last conversation with pain because Captain Price isn’t a good man, but Jonathan Price is, your Johny is a good man, one who holds you close to his chest at night despite his aching bones from War and violence, who opens the door for you and buys you flower every Sunday after church.

But tonight the night sky has a dooming dark he has never seen before, and the stars above him as he bleeds out on the soil are too blurry to stargaze the way he does with you back home, there is no grass on the floor to soothe the ache of his sore bones the way the backyard of your home does.

He knows he has never been a religious person, never been one to have a relationship with God, but you do, he knows you pray for him to return safe every day he is away from you, so tonight, knowing he isn’t returning to you, he prays for you. he prays for God to be kind to your soul and guide a new lover your way, one who won’t die thousands of miles away from you, one with a body to bury when death catches up to them.

He prays for nothing more than for God to allow you to live peacefully the rest of your time while his time reaches an end in a secluded place on earth, looking at your picture for one last time before pressing it close to his heart with the hand that has his wedding band, feeling his skin slowly match the temperature of the cold material, his last heartbeats only known by the picture of you and him, a last secret to share with you.

Husband!Price prays for the afterlife to be real, so he can have a chance of seeing you again someday.

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strvufo · 6 months

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"She's very sick, Isn't she?"

summary: captain price comes home but ur daughter is very sick and wouldnt go to sleep, he puts her to sleep almost instantly.

pairing: husband!price x pregnant!black!reader

word count: 300+

warnings: not proofread.. like always.

price was driving home, music playing from the radio at a very low volume, his duffel bag in the passenger seat. he sat at a red light, waiting for the light to turn green so he could turn at the last stop until he was home. once the light turned green, his foot hit the pedal pretty quick, and sort of hard.

soon enough he was in the driveway, he unlocked the car doors and grabbed the duffle bag before turning off the radio. he grabbed his keys and got out the car. he walked through the front door after unlocking it. he heard ms. Rachel on the tv, hoping it was left on by accident. nope, he was wrong. your daughter, carla. was running around the living room as you tried to run after her. “come here!!” you said, still running as fast as you can to make her sit back down on the couch.

“whats going on here?” price said loud enough so you could hear over the tv, standing in-front of the front door as he took his shoes off and put his bag down. once his shoes were off he went over to carla, you and him cornered carla so she couldn’t keep running. price picked her up. “she keeps running around.. she wont go to sleep at all.” you spoke up after a while, standing there, out of breath. you watched as price rocked her back and fourth as she had her legs around his waist. “you cant be running like that sweetheart.. and whys that?” “yeah i know but-“ you said, you were going to keep talking until you got cut off. “no buts love. go get some rest, ill try to get her to sleep.” “good luck with that.. shes really sick. shes even getting it on me.”

you walked to your bedroom, turning on the tv, turning off the lights and putting on you and prices favorite show. you heard ms rachel turning off and carla crying. but soon enough the crying stopped. you put ur attention to carla and price who were standing in the nursery. carla was safe in her dads arms, she was asleep, her thumb in her mouth. price put her down in her crib and sung a lullaby softly to carla. “goodnight princess” were the only words you could make out from the loud tv. you turned the tv down so it wouldnt startle carla. price walked in the bedroom where you were laying down peacefully. price slid in to the other side of the bed.

“i told you, you are definitely better at putting her to sleep..”

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod smut #cod fluff #captain price #captain john price #black!reader #husband!price

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thewritersaddictions · 5 months

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Day Eight: John Price + Here Comes Santa Claus

With Christmas right around the corner, things were always so hectic around the barracks, especially since this year you had signed up your husband to be Santa Claus for the Toy for Tots Christmas donation.

All parents from around the area could bring their kids to 'meet' Santa Claus, and then they could bring toys. Toy for a meeting with Santa Claus that was the idea. And a lot of people had signed up, like a lot of people. It was just that your husband didn't know he would be dressing up as Santa or that it was in less than a few hours.

You knocked on your husband's office door. "Come in." His accent is thick. As you open the office door, the cigar smoke filters out of the room. A smile is crafted on his face almost instantly as he sees you walking through his doorway. "Hey, sweetheart." He puts the cigar down into the ashtray to give you all his attention.

Patting his lap, you walk over to him. Sitting down quickly, you wrap your hand around his neck to support yourself on his lap. "What is my beautiful wife doing in my office at this hour?" He asks, checking his watch. It's just after noon, and you still have yet to tell him that he's gotta be ready for the kids in just a few hours.

I smile at his words. "You make it sound like I snuck into your office." You joke. "Well…" You smack him with your hand on the shoulder as his wiggling brows.

"I came in here because I have to tell you something." Worry flashes over his eyes, but you shake your head. "I'm fine, and no, I'm not pregnant." John shakes his head with disappointment, "We'll get you there soon enough." You smack him again.

"Out with it then, sweetheart," John says as he picks up the cigar. Taking a resounding hit, you wiggle in his lap. "I might have signed you up as Santa Claus this year, and the kids are supposed to be in just a few hours." You say quickly, most of your words tangled together.

John cocks his head to the side. "What, honey? You did what?" John asks, "You're Santa this year!" You say with a faux smile on your lips. You're waiting for the shout. Waiting for his grip on your waist to become sharp and for him to tell you he's not doing it.

Yet that never comes. Instead, he takes another resounding hit from the cigar, and then he's thinking. His brows furrowed together on his forehead, and his grip never tightened. "You signed me up for the toys for tots thing, didn't ya?" He asks. You nod in his lap. He shrugs his shoulder and stubbs out his cigar.

"You should have told me earlier so I didn't smell like smoke in front of those kids," John says as he taps your waist a few times, telling you that he wants you to get off his lap. You move quickly off his lap. "You're not upset with me?" You ask, cringing at how your words sound small, and you're visibly shrinking as your husband stands. "Of course, I'm not upset with you, baby. Just wish I had a little heads up beforehand," John tells you.

He gently approaches you, kissing your forehead, "So where's this Santa Claus costume?" Your husband asks you with a wink. You stand there for a moment. Staring at him in all of his English glory. "Follow me." You mutter as you walk ahead of him.

The time goes by quickly. When the kids get there, John is dressed up like Santa, and when the kids notice that he doesn't have the iconic white beard, he's got an answer for them. "My beard only gets long and white when I've met enough good boys and girls." You laugh in the corner at his answer to the kids.

You watch your husband with the kids, how he warms up whenever a kid introduces himself to him. You ponder for a moment about what he had said earlier. Maybe a kid in your life wouldn't be such a bad idea. Your own little family to celebrate Christmas with every year.

Completed on: 11/21/23

Posted on: 12/08/23

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rocktheholygrail · 3 months

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Scott Thompson (Jimmy Price) talking about Hannigram

#hannibal #hannibaledit #scott thompson #jimmy price #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #will graham #hugh dancy #hannigram #horroredit #horror #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #murder husbands #hannibal gifs #hannibal 3x13 #hannibal cast #hannibal cast gifs

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stupidcopper · 3 months

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hannibal season 2 summary

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal fanart #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #murder husbands #jimmy price #brian zeller #science bros #jack crawford #alana bloom #stupidcopperart

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deunmiu-dessie · 9 days

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(unedited) captain price nsfw alphabet with p-links, 𝒶⸺𝓏

𝒜 = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) : john, as i've stated before, is very touchy. he likes having his hands on you in any way that he can. so he'll pull you to his chest as the two of you catch your breath and run his hands along your body, pressing kisses to the crown of your hairline. you usually end up dozing off before john does and so he takes the initiative to grab a warm, damp cloth and clean up the mess of cum between your thighs. after he's done, he'll hop right back into bed and pull you flush to his body, sliding his hands along the expanse of your thighs and counting each beauty mark and mole along your body in the dim lighting of the room until he eventually falls asleep. [connected to this post and this one as well!]

𝐵 = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) : john's favorite body part of his would have to be his hands. they're big and calloused from work and he enjoys gently grasping your hips with them when he pulls you in for a slow kiss. he also adores how much you love them as well, his hands swamping yours whenever the two of you interlock fingers with each other. now john has an obsession with your lips, for him, they convey your emotions much better than words ever could. he can tell when you're annoyed with him by the purse of your lips. can tell when you're feeling shy by the slight upturn of the corner of your mouth. can tell when you're being sassy and sarcastic with the cute smirk that'll grace your lips and also when you're feeling sad by the way your lips curl in on themselves to form a line, and perhaps that's not a body part but it's his absolute favorite.

𝒞 = cum (anything to do with cum basically... i’m a disgusting person) : john's cum is pearl white in color and it's sticky and thick and there's always so much of it when he cums for the first time. the taste of his cum is slightly salty but it's not overbearing, you love the taste of him. price prefers to cum inside of you rather than anywhere else, this only started after john saw you holding your friend's newborn baby in your arms, it's been john's mission to impregnate you since then. [connected to this post!]

𝒟 = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) : it's no secret that john is older than you, there's an obvious age gap and some people may sneer at your relationship (as you're in your mid to late twenties and john is thirty-seven.) during playful banters between you and john, your go-to "insult" is always, "old man", "yes, daddy." or something along those lines. and despite himself, price always finds that he's thick and hard in his pants. he won't ever tell you that though.

𝐸 = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) : okay, price isn't the type to sleep around, he's had some occasional flings here and there, but that's about it. that doesn't mean he's inexperienced though, john puts in work. he studies your reactions and what you like. a delicious roll of his hips has him hitting that spongey little spot inside of you. licking his thumb before planting it on your clit to rub quick figure eights, has your thighs shaking and his name falling off your tongue like a prayer, and whispering lewd things in your ear and kissing you all sloppily in his pussy drunk state? has your cunt leaking all over the place. john price knows how to fuck and make love, he's perfect.

𝐹 = favorite position (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual) : hm, john's favorite position is called the 'g-whiz' it's a stupid name lowkey but it gives him the perfect view to watch your face as you fall apart over and over on his cock. it also gives him access to your g-spot and your clit as well. three birds with one stone (he loves watching your tits bounce too.)

𝒢 = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) : it's a mix. there are times when the two of you are going at it like bunnies and perhaps bump heads a bit too hard. or maybe one of you trips while pulling off a piece of clothing-- there's going to be obvious laughter. during softer sex, where john's thrusts are deep and rolling, slow and intimate--- his gaze is always so full of his adoration for you and it leaves you breathless at times. he kisses gently, whispering words of love to you and smiling at the tears that sting your eyes. so yeah, he's a mix.

𝐻 = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) : john, before he met you, wasn't really sexually active, and so he didn't keep up with grooming himself, there was no need for him to. he was out in the field for weeks on end at a time and when he was off the field all he wanted to do was relax and sleep as much as he could before he had to go back out for another mission. after he met you, however, he wanted to groom himself. not that you seemed to care, nor had you ever complained. but he did it anyways. so, price's hair is brown, nicely trimmed, with no scraggly hairs in sight.

𝐼 = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) : please, john is madly in love with you and he himself knows it and he loves to make it known to you often, even outside of sex. price loves keeping eye contact with you, whether it's through a mirror, while you're riding him, or in any other position that allows the two of you to be face to face. he loves watching the small ticks in your expression as he grinds his hips into yours, cock sinking into you at the most excruciatingly slow pace he's ever gone. loves the way your cheeks flush and your cunt squeezes him when he calls you his, "pretty girl." this man also says 'i love you' often, and it's always so genuine, you never grow tired of hearing him say it. (he definitely doesn't kiss your chin when you give him an annoyed pouty look at his slow pace, he definitely doesn't apologize and speed up either.)

𝒥 = jack off (masturbation headcanon) : i find it hard to picture price masturbating, but i believe he does so when he's away from home for weeks on end, but it's not mindless masturbation like most men are prone to doing. john, when he's away from you for long periods of time, gets almost…needy?? in a way. this man misses you like no other, he misses the smell of you, your loving touches, your smile, your cooking, you pulling him to the living room floor to dance, your horrible singing when the two of you shower together and god he misses the sound of your voice. and this feeling is all so new to him and it's almost overwhelming.

so when price has the downtime, he calls you, it's a spur-of-the-moment call and when you pick up, he can hear the thickness of sleep in your voice; he feels selfish and a bit foolish, he was acting like a horny teenager. however, after hearing the excitement in your voice and the surprise, he can only smile and ask how everything has been at home. who would've thought that the sound of your voice, all sleepy and soft would get him hard and thick within his cargos? who also would've thought that john price would unzip himself to pull out his rigid cock, tip leaking with pearlescent pre-cum and pulsing in his large hand. yes, john ends up fucking his fist to the sound of your voice, humming and grunting softly to signify that he's listening to you, thighs tensing and heart hammering in his ribcage. i mean, what you don't know won't hurt you.

𝒦 = kink (one or more of their kinks) : hear me out, roleplay, please! wait, think about it, perhaps it's not full-on roleplay but it's something of the sort, john gets a raging boner when you call him 'captain price' mockingly or 'sir'. another would have to be breeding, john wants to knock you up so bad it's almost an obsession, would love to see you swollen with his child, most definitely says something along the lines of. "good girl, wan' t'get you pregnant so bad. you'd like that, hm?" during sex. a mild voice kink? loves the sound of your voice and almost always cums instantly when you beg him to fill you up.

𝐿 = location (favorite places to do the do) : don't really see john being too much of an exhibitionist but the two of you have had sex outside at a park, while on a picnic. you had crawled into his lap and kissed him softly, pleadingly, blinking your pretty little lashes at him and i mean; who is he to say no to your greedy little cunt? however, he prefers to do it in the comfort of your shared home. ♡

𝑀 = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) : your teasing. whether it be playful or sexual it always riles price up. it's one of the many things that he loves about you, your sense of humor. and you express it well, not just through your actions or your words but also through your eyes, they're always so expressive and glittering with light mischief that he can't help but sweep you off your feet, throw you over his shoulder, and carry you into the bedroom.

𝒩 = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) : hurting you in any way, there are some things he's a bit lenient on if you like it; like choking and light slapping but other than that, it's a no for price. man loves you too much to do anything of the sort.

𝒪 = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) : as much as john loves having his cock buried down your throat, watching as you stare up at him with tear-stained cheeks, your mouth and chin covered in spit and his cum— he enjoys eating you out. he loves the taste of you on his tongue, loves to overstimulate you, loves to control your orgasms, loves to hear you beg and roll your hips on his tongue. if john could he'd spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs, large hands gripping the fat of your hips to keep you still as your thighs quiver and your pussy pulses from being too sensitive, he would. well shit, i guess that should be one of john's kinks too then, huh?

𝒫 = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) : price is usually slow and sensual, with fervent deep strokes, tender kisses, and whispered murmurs of love. what can he say? he loves showing that he loves you in all that he does. however, on the days when he comes home after a mission gone awry or being away for a long time in general, he's gonna be fast and rough; using your body any way he pleases. on days like this, he prefers you in 'doggy style' or even the 'mating press', and immediately gives you cuddles afterward though, telling you briefly of his mission as you run your hands through his hair. ♡

𝒬 = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) : hm, john isn't one for quickies, i mean he doesn't mind a quickie, the park sex that the two of you had was a quickie after all. but i believe he much prefers proper sex, that way he can pull orgasm after orgasm from you and take his time as well.

𝑅 = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) : john is down to try something at least once, especially if it's something that you want to try. not too long ago, you handcuffed price to the bed and edged him until he had literally begged you to let him cum, it was quite the sight and he's down to do it again.

𝒮 = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) : give this man two good rounds, and then he's tuckered out. however he doesn't mind if you're still reeling to go, he'll pull you onto his lap and let you ride him until you're sated. or even make you ride his face, he could never deny you anything after all.

𝒯 = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) : y'all hear me out once more....vibrating panties. rahhhh, hold on hold on. you guys use it when you're out on walks, at restaurants and sometimes even at dinners with your friends. man gets bricked up at the sight of you squeezing your thighs together, breathless and completely out of it. however, in the bedroom, price is all you need, the man is much better than any toy.

𝒰 = unfair (how much they like to tease) : teases you often, whether it be with overstimulation, ruining your orgasms, or even having you beg him to let you cum. the man, believe it or not, likes to see your eyes water and your lips pout. loves that he can get his sassy, fiery wife all squirmy and pleading with just a few strokes of his tongue.

𝒱 = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make) : john is not shy, he'll tell you how good you're making him feel, not with just his deep, guttural groans, but also with words. price is the king of dirty talk and he does it unknowingly, he most definitely curses when he's moaning as well, drawn out 'fucks' and at when your pussy squeezes him tight, he'll say. "shit, sweetheart y'r pussy s'made for me." calls you the lewdest names known to man, but says it so lovingly that you can't help but be turned on even more than you already are.

𝒲 = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) : has definitely had you suck him off while underneath his desk while on a computer call with laswell. poor baby, his face was pink from holding in his moans, especially after you buried him to the hilt down your throat. totally didn't get caught or anything.

𝒳= x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) : the picture speaks for itself. ♡

𝒴 = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) : you guys, price is 37, atp? he's 40, it may not be as it used to be when he was younger but! he puts in the work and most times tires you out before he tires out.

𝒵 = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward) : it takes awhile for price to succumb to sleep, no matter how tired he is. so it's usually you falling asleep first. he lays there, holding you close and running his hands along your back and then further. he'll drift off to the sound of your slow breathing and the steady rhythm of your heart. ♡

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deunmiu-dessie-sideblog · 13 days

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john price is a loving man. john price is also a man who loves holding you in his arms, fight me if i'm wrong. since he's usually away from home for weeks, even months at a time, whenever he comes home; he drops to his knees and buries his face in ur tummy to hug u, all while ur hands run through the soft tufts of his hair.

john price, even after fucking u like an animal in heat, thick cock bruising ur cervix, and having his skilled tongue pull orgasm after orgasm from u, is a touchy man. he pulls u into his chest and asks softly about the things that have happened since he's been gone, thick fingers brushing through ur hair. he's particularly fond of ur newfound dislike for the next-door neighbor.

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 30 days

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An idea I have that’s itching my brain. Ex-husband!price, second chance trope? Strangely into this recently

Ex-husband!price who can’t help but call you every time he gets back from a mission and you who can’t help but pick up.

You’ve been divorced for a little over a year now. It wasn’t necessarily on bad terms but the relationship just couldn’t work anymore; with him constantly gone it felt as though he was more of a roommate, a stranger, than the man you loved.

You couldn’t take the loneliness and Price only ever wanted to make you happy, so he agreed to the divorce with the same amount of courage he had going into a mission.

“John?” You asked, answering the call after the third to make it seem like you weren’t waiting for him.

“Hey,” Price smiled immediately when he heard your voice. “I made it home.”

“Good. You’re not hurt are you?”

Price could feel the ache and throb on his body from the mission, especially on his side where he had hit the ground hard because of an explosion. A large bruise had already formed but he ignored it like every problem he had concerning himself.

Just like he had ignored you.

“I’m alright.” He sucked in his lips and cleared his throat. “Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

You really shouldn’t. It’s not like you ended on bad terms necessarily, but you had never known someone to stay friends with their ex-husband before. You knew that these kind of talks might send the wrong message.

It might make one of you believe that there was hope for reconciliation.

“Oh…nothing much.” You kept it vague to deter further conversation and you hoped he didn’t take it the wrong way.

Price didn’t, at least that’s what he told himself even though he felt a pang in his chest while his throat tightened.

He shouldn’t call you anymore even if he missed your voice. Every call was like he was torturing himself, making himself remember what he lost because he couldn’t get his own head out of his ass.

He would’ve stopped after the first call if you hadn’t picked up.

“I just wanted to let you I was home.” He mumbled and you felt incredibly grateful that he wanted to do that.

You may be divorced but you still feared the day one of his men would come to tell you he was no longer alive.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, love.”

It slipped out but neither of you said anything. You both sat in silence, drinking up the presence of each other from the other side of the phone, across cities.

There were so many mixed feelings, all of which neither of you had the words to describe them.

“Goodbye, John.”

“Goodbye.”

When you were gone Price sat in the edge of his bed in the dark. The bed he once shared with you often went untouched, even by him as he couldn’t stand to lay in it alone, even if the mattress was better for his body.

His fingers played with the golden band chained around his neck subconsciously since he was unable to get rid of it.

A/n: take whatever this is lol won’t be a series but might have like a couple other little pieces

#ex-husband!price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #price x you #price x reader #john price x reader #john price x you #captain john price #call of duty

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vixen7243 · 29 days

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Lurking in the Shadows

Husband!John Price X AFAB!Reader|Obsessed!Ghost X AFAB!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

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Simon continued to tap his finger on his thigh as John drove them to his house, having invited him over for whatever reason Simon couldn’t recall. He more or less only agreed because he was looking forward to seeing you, since John had first invited the time over for a celebratory drink after a shit mission that they almost lost their lives during, the team met John’s little trophy wife. As Soap and Gaz liked to have put it, you had been attentive to them that whole night never letting them finish a glass of bourbon or whiskey or bottle of beer without a follow up what if near by. Right to say they had all gotten thoroughly drunk that none of them even attempted to climb the stairs to the rooms that had comfortable beds waiting for them. Instead they found spots in the living to lay and sleep, you, Simon noticed, still stayed downstairs with John, laying on him like a blanket. While you two had a blanket covering you guys Simon could still see through the darkness your hips grinding over John’s and the way John’s head pushed back into the cushions on the couch. You had leaned up to cover his mouth with your lips. Tongues twisting and John’s hands cupping your ass over the blanket, when he had grunted and pushed up into both of you still, panting quietly into each other’s mouths before you relaxed over him snuggling up. Once Simon could hear the light snoring coming from you and John’s abrupt snoring Simon opened his cargo pants enough to fist his dick under the blanket he was given.

Following that Simon, each time him and the guys were invited over would go, and he would watch you with a hawk like gaze, every once in a while getting up with some lame excuse of needing to go to the bathroom so wander the house until he found your guys room, walking in he saw a pair of your underwear laying on the ground by your clothes hamper. Looking behind himself at the open door he quickly snagged them before walking to the bathroom and locking the door to be able to use it to jerk off. Each time the guys were over you were always so sweet, taking care of them as if they were fragile, catering to every need without a problem, a smile on your face. This would only drive the sick delusion that Simon and slowly started morphing in his mind with you, thinking that at some point you had started to develop the same deep feelings as him. Whenever you would bring him something with a gentle smile he would make up that you were trying to be as close to him as possible, considering the situation, wouldn’t want your husband to catch on to your attraction, or more like his.

Any time you had the smallest interaction with him, his delusions kept growing to the point that he would sometimes stand right behind you, almost being your shadow. He reveled when you would praise him when he would help you and got hard when you had started hugging him when he would come over, which started being all the time and every time John even mentioned hanging out of his house. Eventually Kyle started not coming not as much unless there was a game on, then he would come but started bringing his girlfriend who would keep you company in the kitchen giggling and gasping about your work places and friends, very quickly becoming really good friends.

This slightly annoyed Simon due to the fact he couldn't get up as often and walk into the kitchen to talk with you, or mostly you talking with him listening smiling watching as you would inch closer whether you realized you were doing it or not, it made Simon ich to just close the distance and kiss you. The Johnny would slowly start not coming over as much either, but his reason was because he wanted to find him a girl like John's, settle down, have a cute little trophy wife, and enough kids to run a town. So eventually John got to the point that he no longer vocalized inviting Simon but would just give his shoulder a shove and start walking to his SUV, Simon following.

Which leads to now, they had just landed getting back from deployment, John nudged Simon's shoulder as he bid farewell to Soap and Gaz. Simon turned on his heal and started following John and they were heading your way. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he was getting excited to see you. Finally pulling up to the house Simon got out and both him and John grabbed their duffel bags from the back seat before making their way up the stairs to the front porch. Looking up when he heard the front door open his breath caught in his throat as he froze on the step just behind John.

There you stood, the biggest smile on your face, eyes beaming as you looked at your husband, but Simon's eyes were focused on what you were wearing. A very tight sun dress, your tits almost spilling out of the top, making Simon's mouth water, swallowing hard as you started slightly bouncing with excitement, Simon follow the motion as you leapt into John's arms, slotting your lips with his, and Simon could see your tongue push into John's mouth a happy moan coming from you. When you pulled back john slid you down his body, your skirt sliding up your thighs, making Simon's eyes quickly dart to your thighs, cursing under his breath when it stopped.

"Hi Simon, I'm so happy to see you." John let you go as you stepped down and wrapped your arms around his neck tucking your head down, your hair covering his face slightly. He grunted, inhaling your scent, his cock hardening, all the blood in his body pumping straight down, raising his free hand up, it landed on your waist before slowly dragging up, the middle of your back and up exposed, giving him a chance to feel her bare skin, "Come on inside boys, dinner's just finishing up." Slowly pulling back you smiled at him as he moved his duffel to the front of him to cover his ragger. Following you and John in, Simon couldn't take his eyes off you, not caring even when John would side eye him. "Follow me Simon, I'll take you to the room you can stay in." Once you had grabbed John's duffel you started walking up the stairs, Simon close behind.

Opening a door off to the direct right of the stairs you stepped to the side letting Simon walk in and set his bag on the bed, "I'll let you get settle in, come down stairs whenever your ready." He watched as you closed the door leaving him alone to rub his aching cock through his cargo pants before groaning and laying back on the bed undoing his belt and pants pulling himself out and giving a few swift strokes before moaning, and moving his hand faster, turning himself onto his side baring his head in the bed whimpering as he thrust his hips into his hand wishing you had stayed and help relieve him.

Reaching his near climax, Simon stopped just short of cuming over the side of the bed, cussing he laid back onto his back and tucked himself back into his pants flinching when the tip grazed his boxers. Pushing himself up from the bed and walked downstairs and saw John and you kissing, you were sitting in John's lap, arms wrapped around his neck, when you two pulled apart for air John leaned into your ear and started whispering.

Clearing his throat Simon walked into the dinning area making you turn your head around and smiled as John finished saying whatever it was that had you giggling. "Come on over." John motioned to the table as you got up and pulled a chair out for Simon before sitting by John, noticing Simon hadn't moved yet, you patted the chair next to you.

"I won't bite." Jesus, that comment sent Simon spiraling as he walked to the table and sat by you, his mind forming images of him ploughing into you on the table, while you bite his shoulder, arms and neck marking him in every way possible. "Here." You started dishing up their plates while John started talking about something, Simon had zoned out when he noticed that the skirt on your dress was raised up on you thigh that was closest to him. His hand was itching to reach down and squeeze your thigh, maybe inch up till he could feel your cunt on his fingers. "Simon?" Looking up into your eyes he was gone, going on auto pilot the rest of the night till he was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, feeling dazed.

After tossing and turning in the bed Simon got up and made his way out to the hall and stopped when he saw your thong on the ground at the top of the stairs, snatching them up he noticed how damp the crotch was and groaned, about to turn back to his room before his blood shot straight to his dick when he heard your loud moan carry down the hall. Turning slowly to look down the hall at your and John's door which was open a bit, warm light slightly shining, hearing your moan come through again Simon used his tactical skills to quietly make his way to your guys room.

Upon reaching the door he damn near collapsed at the sight, you were on John, hands resting on his pectorals head thrown back eyes closed as you bounce and ground against him moaning. John was holding your waist helping you bounce on his cock, his groans being slightly washed out from the sound of your ass slapping with his thighs. Simon bit his chapped lips and moved to the side slightly letting the darkness of the hallway wrap around him while he leaned into the wall by the door frame sliding his hand into the waist band of his sweatpants, his dick still hard from when he first arrived. Wrapping his fist around the base before slowly tugging up, swallowing the whimper building up in his throat as you looked down at John sitting up arching your back before cupping your breast something shiny catching his attention. Simon's eyes rolled back as his tongue darted out, running over his lips before sliding his other hand with your underwear into his sweatpants and wrapped the wet bit around the tip of his cock and started watching again while pumping into your underwear.

"God, yes John, please, I'm so close." Flicking your fingers over your pierced nipples John bent his knees lifting up slightly making you gasp as he tightened his grip on your waist before thrusting his cock up into you. Groaning out John smirked up at you as your moans continued to get louder the closer you got to your orgasm. Crying out you pushed your hands back down onto his chest and slammed yourself down onto him pushing his hips back into the bed and ground back and forth whimpering.

"Good girl." John ran his hands up your sides rubbing circles with his thumbs as he went. After letting you catch your breath, he grabbed one of your knees before rolling the two of you over, resting your head in the pillows, grabbing behind your knees and pushing them up near your head. "Hold them right there darling." Listening to him you held your knees to your chest and watched as he dragged his callused hands down the back of your thighs sending a shiver through your body. Eyes trained on his fingers you moaned when he spread you cunt and then dragged his thumb around and down your clit.

Simon leaned slightly closer as he watched your little hole twitch, finally seeing your pretty cunt, his eyes also trained on John's fingers as one thumb teased your clit and his fingers dipped into your twitching hole. You flinched and let your legs loose till John slapped your pussy making you gasp and whine, "Hold them up." Voice darker and eyes trained on you, you tightened your grip and looked back down watching as he then shoved his fingers back into you, his thumb now moving over your clit faster you cried out.

"I'm going to cum again!" Simon moved both his hips and his hands in tandem with John's hands making his breath hitch in his throat. As you were cuming around John's fingers, he pulled them out then quickly pushing his cock into your spasming cunt making you cry out arching into him. "SIMON!"

Frozen still, hands and hips, eyes wide as he looked at you, the two of you locked gazes while you cried out moaning, rocking your hips with each thrust of John's hips making you dizzy. Simon bit his lip again hard enough to draw blood, iron sliding down his tongue as he started moving his hands, tightening his grip matching Johns pace, "Don't stop, god, fuck Simon." you cried out head then falling back eyes rolling back as your body spasmed as John fucked you through another orgasm making you squirt against him.

After a moment you looked back up at John when he had started to slow his thrusts, till he gently brought your legs down and then leaned over you. The kiss he gave you was so gentle and sweet, he slowly pulled out of you, both of you moaning into each others mouths. John settled by her kissing her cheek, neck and shoulder while rubbing his hand on your side.

Simon leaned his head on the wall to the side closing his eyes for a moment catching his breath looking down at his crotch, a clear wet spot from him cuming. Sliding his hands out he stuffed your underwear into his pocket then looking up freezing.

Both you and John were looking right at him, a knowing smirk resting on Johns face and a sweet smile on yours.

"Are you just going to stand out there the whole time Simon? She was calling out to you." John said pulling your leg closer to him while you moved the other leg, giving Simon a view of John's cum drizzling down onto the bed pooling there with your fluids.

"Simon?"

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Part 2

Simon will get his chance with y'all don't worry, but in the meantime enjoy this, there will be a second part so don't worry bout that. 😊💕

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