#married john price

[deunmiu-dessie]

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imagine being the babysitter for the price family, ur meek and quiet around john and mainly communicate with mrs. price. but ur absolute fun with the kids; they just adore u so much and ask about u all the time even when ur not scheduled to watch them :(

though u always thought john never cared for u in the first place— i mean, his wife said they needed a sitter while she went back to work and he provided the money. the two of u had never talked much before, small greetings and thank u’s but that was it.

but one day, out of the blue he comes home early when ur watching the kids, ‘nd he's touchy :(

his burly body caging you against the counter as u make something for the kids to eat. his hands at ur waist as he reaches to grab something from above u, brushing against u when u pass each other in the hall. ‘nd u swear u can hear him breathe in ur perfume when ya’ll are close, a rumble in his chest. but u didn't think much, mr. price was good man.

but then he becomes bolder, large hands groping at ur thighs, bulge pressed against the curve of ur ass, invading questions about ur sex life. ‘nd u should feel scared, disgusted, u should tell his wife– but he hasn't rlly done anything. i mean, he’s just teaching u how to kiss— his mouth dominating and tongue bullying ur own, saliva dripping down ur chin…. but it’s for later purposes, when ur in a relationship. just practice.

he hasn't rlly done anything worth telling. he’s just teaching u how to touch urself, how to work ur fingers on ur clit. just teaching u how to properly deepthroat, his balls flush against ur chin as he bottoms out down ur throat. just teaching u how to have sex the right way, the safe way— his thick cock, covered in a condom inching its way into ur sloppy, virgin cunt :(

[livingblurr]

Price spoiling is wife, who grew up very conscious of money.

When she protests, Price just smiles at her and grabs another thing she’s been eyeing and puts it in their cart.

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[bluegiragi]

brief.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[gauloiseblue]

This is Price. You can't change my mind

[ghostlysoaps]

John MacTavish used to spend parts of his summers in England visiting extended family and this is where he ends up meeting a boy a couple years older than him named Simon. Surprisingly enough, they hit it off. His bombastic, extroverted personality somehow manages to compliment Simon’s rather timid, introverted one. Joined at the hip, the two of them quickly call themselves best friends, and, as children tend to do, develop a bit of an innocent crush on each other – going so far as to promise to marry one another if they haven’t found anyone else by the time they’re both twenty-five.

But then autumn arrives and goodbyes are made and their promises to meet up again never come to fruition.

He doesn’t forget him though. Their friendship remains a fond memory, even a decade later, though much of the details are blurred with time. Perhaps it’s because they’d been each other’s first kiss – if the chaste peck of lips-on-lips can be called as such – or it’s the ring of twined straw, brittle as tinder, he has tucked away in his box of mementos that make that particular summer an unforgettable thing.

That and his steadfast insistence no one else is allowed to use a certain nickname for him.

In any case… those faded months are far from his mind when John Price is showing him around their base of operations, introducing him to people as they go along. The one-four-one consists of near enough two dozen operatives though he’s told it’s not uncommon to be mostly paired off with a select few of his fellow soldiers if they play to each other’s strengths. He nods along and pushes for the use of his callsign when folks wish to be friendly. Until, eventually, he finds himself face-to-face with a man who needs no introduction. A living legend as it were; who’s records Soap had worked hard to beat.

“Well then, last but not least. MacTavish, this is Lieutenant Simon Riley. Also known as–”

“–my future husband,” John finishes for him, based on a name, twelve percent of a full thought and the manc accent he’d spied when hearing him dismiss a batch of recruits.

Youngest to ever make the SAS and about to be the quickest one ousted, he thinks miserably when the eyes assessing him narrow at his declaration.

“Johnny?”

Oh.

“So ye do remember me!” Pivoting from mortification to delight, and heedless to any gawking voyeurs, John slings an arm around Simon’s shoulders to draw him into a loose side-hug. “No’ long now ‘fore we need t’ get hitched, aye?”

“Courthouse is a twenty minute ride,” Simon says drily.

Soap laughs, brighter than he can remember doing for a long time, before he immediately starts teasing Ghost about not proposing properly.

(He does, of course, do so years down the line.)

[boowritess]

not to be horny on main. this is my only account

but someone linked a corn twitter video of a guy eating a girl out saying it was Captain John Price right...

and i could see it. the hair, the face, the way he did it. but what stuck out was the wedding band on his fucking finger.

so. now i can't stop thinking about married!neighbor!price x babysitter!reader.

mildnsfw-not explicit but still mdni

edit: I found the fucking LINK do ya'll see my vision????

you're just a pretty young thing on break from uni who just wanted to make a little cash. your parents' neighbors seemed to be the perfect answer. they needed a babysitter as the parents were too busy doing other things.

how could you say no? more than happy to look after the little girl. hang out with her all day, or some afternoons while her parents were out all day, sometimes the time trickled into night - nearly midnight.

you didn't mind. not when they - when price - paid so well.

especially not when price made it up to you those late nights by flashing a little more money and crawling between your thighs as you lounged on their plush sofa. watching as price greedily took off the shorts and panties you wore.

his face buried between your thighs, beard scraping the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. his golden wedding band gleaming under the light against your stomach as he kept you in place. his eyes focusing on your face, watching as you came undone again and again.

"dirty girl, letting a married man eat you out..." his husky voice growls, nipping the skin of your inner thigh with his teeth.

there's a fiery look in your eyes as you softly hiss, looking down at him. "says the old man who's getting off on eating out the babysitter." you chide, having spotted the bulge in his pants.

your attitude sets off a spark in him that he thought he well and truly no longer had. who knew all it took was a pretty young thing with bite and fire in her to get him eager again?

he clicks his tongue, unsure if he's impressed or annoyed at the quick comeback. but he climbs up towards your face, "cheeky fucking girl..." he hisses with no real heat.

there's a dark look in his eyes, which starts to shine when he see's a smile spread across your face, tongue licking your lips, "dirty old fucking man..."

yeah. you'll be the death of him.

a/n: kinda rushed because it was very much a spur of the moment type of thought lmaoo.

[saintrosalyn]

Hear me out hear me out

John Price deserved to be divorced.

IM SORRY.

But young John Price who jumped the gun and proposed. Afterall it was well known how many men got married and had families while on deployment, if they could do it so could he. But he couldn't.

He was never home. Sitting next to his wife and his mind was still in middle of nowhere Russia.

And really there's only so much on person can take. His wife could forgive the forgotten gifts for anniversaries, birthdays, and Christmases. But she couldn’t even find comfort in his presence. She begged him to change, begged him to leave, begged him to choose her. And he did.

For awhile. Then it was back to the same. So she filed for divorce.

And think of the potential. Older, wiser, had everything and lost it John Price winning back the love of his life.

Who cares if she's already moved on with a husband and kids. If he could be a father figure for his men he could certainly step-up for his wife's kids. And her husband? Well, darlin, accidents happen all the time.

[cod-dump]

Price: We're the only two people on this planet that doesn't think we're married

Nik: We don't think we're not? We both KNOW we're not

Price: I'm beginning to have my doubts...

Nik: Don’t tell me I have to convince you too...

Price: The only difference between us and other married people is that we can't even get a divorce

Nik: We get married now and I can start the divorce proceedings in the morning!

Price: Why Nikolai this is so sudden...

Nik:

[disgustingtwitches]

I absolutely LOVE LOVE the post..like we can slap them without conciseness? Sign me up.

We're getting married tomorrow Btw :3

-🦋

Slap them however you want! Johnny gets turned on by it and the rest of them will exact their revenge in their own special ways ƪ(`▿▿▿▿´ƪ )

MDNI

Ghost- He would fuck you with his big dick until your hole is raw and throbbing. And don't you dare cry because that'll just spur him on,

"Fuckin brat. Go n', cry some more."

You'll apologize but that'll fall on deaf ears. Some rough taps on your face while he smiles at the way you wince,

"So pretty like this...fuck."

He'll grab your face until your lips pout and he'll do what can only be described as eating your face until he finishes deep inside you.

Price- He's cruel, truly. He'll have you tied to a chair, vibrator on the highest setting between your legs, a hook mouth gag so he can shove his fingers down your throat to make you choke, with nipples clamps he tugs on relentlessly. You'll be a mess; shaking, overstimulated, drool down your chin and legs, tears staining your face. When you are nice and pliable, he'll sit you on his dick, wiping away tears,

"Gonna be nice for me next time, right pretty girl?"

Gaz- He'll wait and just take you whenever and wherever he pleases. The more risky the better. Loves flipping your skirt up in an elevator or the back of a big department store, shoving himself inside you,

"Don't make a scene."

And you won't because that means people would see you get railed by him. You'd die of embarrassment while he'd keep fucking you shamelessly.

Johnny- He'll just ask for more, palming at his growing erection until he can't hold back anymore and pounces on you. Huffing and whimpering in your ear while he digs himself into you, big body practically crushing yours,

"So mean tae me, dollie. Fuckin love it."

[the-whispers-of-death]

John Price finally getting Grumpy!Reader's engagement ring. He had measured your left ring finger while you were sleeping (it was for a good cause) and he went to several jewelry stores to find the perfect engagement ring. It's everything you could ever want in an engagement ring, you'll love it and hopefully you'll say yes when he proposes.

But first, he has to ask for permission to marry you from your kid. After all, he's isn't just marrying you, he's officially becoming your kid's step-father (hopefully also adopted father if they want him to adopt them). So, he has to make sure they'd be okay with you two marrying.

If your kid's little, he's not too worried about them saying no. Especially since they've been calling him "Dad" so genuinely and have been so happy when he stays over. They tell him they want him in the house all the time, so he's almost certain that they'd give him permission to marry you.

Still, he crouches down to their height level to look them in the eye. "Hey, kiddo. You love I love your parent a lot, don't you?" he asks, easing them into their conversation. He smiles when they nod. "Sometimes, when people love each other so much, they get married. Which means that they're legally recognized as a couple and they move in together. And so I love your parent so much that I want to marry them, be officially a part of this family that we've created. You, them, me. The three of us together."

He lets the words sink in, lets your kid process what he said. "What do you say to that? You like that idea?"

Your kid thinks about it for a while before asking, "Would you adopt me?"

"If you'd like me to, kiddo. I'd be honored to adopt you," John says, smiling. His smile grows even wider when your kid says he can marry you and he picks them up, swinging them around and making them laugh. "I love you so much, kiddo. I'll love you and your parent for the rest of my life, I promise."

Now, if your kid's a teenager, then John's going to be very nervous because your kid honestly got your grumpiness (because they're a teenager and also because kids can emulate their parents a little) and so while he knows they tolerate him, he doesn't know if that's enough for them to be able to be okay with him marrying you. Liking your parent's partner is one thing, being okay with them integrating their life into yours is another.

"Hey, mate," John says to them when picking them up from school (or practice if they practice a sport, either way you're not available to pick them up). He waits until they're settled in the passenger's seat and he's driving home. "So you know how I love your parent and we've grown even closer over this past year?"

Your kid eyes him warily out of the corner of their eye before nodding. And then it dawns on them. "You want to marry them?"

John nods, his palms sweaty as he grips the steering wheel. "Yeah, I want to marry them. But only if you're okay with it."

"Why?" they ask, surprised at that answer. Apparently, they had been thinking John would just marry you without caring if they were okay with it or not. "You care about whether I'm comfortable with your guys' relationship?"

"Of course I care. You're their kid and... I've grown to think of you as my own too," John admits sheepishly. He makes a turn into the subdivision. "So yeah, I care about whether you're okay with us marrying or not. It's not just them and I, you're also being affected by this and I want us all to be a family."

They think on it for a while before smiling shyly. "I'm okay with you joining our family. I like having you around." They then glance at him, smirking. "But uh, you're going all the way with integrating into our family, alright? I'm getting adopted by you, that's my one condition."

John laughs, relaxing now that he's gotten their permission to marry you. He pulls his car into your driveway and parks. "It would be my honor to adopt you and officially call you my kid."

"Thanks, Dad."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[ghostlycod]

oh won’t someone write an olderboyfriend!price x inexperienced!reader but reader’s not a virgin, she’s actually been with one guy before, but it was her asshole ex that treated her like shit and didn’t give a fuck about her during sex, never got her off, never even cared. treated her like she was nothing special at all, honestly kind of had to coerce her to get her to do anything for him by the end of their relationship, and that made her hate having sex so much she never really wanted to do it again— but then there’s olderboyfriend!price and he’s so hot and he’s patient and he’s kind but mostly he’s hot and he takes his time getting her to open up to him, teaching her pleasure with his fingers first, then his mouth, working her up and teasing her until she’s begging him to use his cock on her and fuck her the way a pretty girl like her deserved to be fucked the whole time.

he gives the best aftercare too (something her ex definitely never did). cuddles, soothing words, preparing a warm shower for her and laying his clothes out on the bed for her to wear after, making her favorite meal to eat, eating it as they lay together on the couch in his finely decorated apartment to watch one of the old shows he’s been dying to show her.

[reaping-the-benefits]

hi! (dinner party anon here)

your medic reader is always so, so delicious i feel like i’m getting spoiled with a Michelin star meal. you mentioned wanting to talk about how reader met met price? would you please, pretty please tell us what your ideas are?

it's the middle of the night, and I should be asleep. But the idea will rattle around in my head until I finally get it down. So forgive any grammatical errors.

content warning: MDNI suggestive content, a small age gap

So, what I'm thinking is that reader is a couple years younger than Price. Like five to six years younger at the max. which might not matter in the story, but it matters in my head.

I think you and Price had been vaguely aware of each other for longer than you can pin down. You joined later in Price's career, and had seen each other in passing. Once you had tended to a minor wound of his, but he had been in and out of the med bay without much conversation.

You two officially meet when he's a Lieutenant. He'd ended up having to drag two recruits to the med bay, hurt during training. Nothing you hadn't seen before, and you had to snap at them more than once to stop squirming while you attempted to stitch them back together.

Price was immediately enamored by your spitfire attitude, and made an effort to come back to you. He wasn't willingly putting himself into harms way, but maybe he was catching a few more stray hits during training than normal. Not that he'd admit that.

You, on the other hand, were far more willing to admit that having him in your office was beginning to piss you off. I mean, come on! How did he become a Lieutenant while being this reckless with himself? It's ridiculous, and you end up snapping at him on more than one occasion.

It's during one of these rants that Price grabs you by the shoulders and kisses you. Maybe not the most suave, but he had been young and seeing you all fired up had him hard in his pants.

You like to joke that it had been the most reckless thing he ever did. Price would argue that the most reckless thing he did was have you blow him in your office. Agree to disagree, because you both know that specific blowjob was the hardest he's ever come and he had practically dragged you back to barracks to have the most mind-blowing sex in your life.

You started dating shortly after that.

I think, after he got promoted to Captain, you both bought a little house together. Some place to call home, to fill with your shared life.

And shortly before the task force was formed, you got married. It hadn't been some elaborate affair, just a run down to the courthouse. You both knew something was brewing, events that would keep you both far too busy for a proper wedding. But you were fine with it either way.

Ghost was absolutely your witness. It's the only reason he was willing to make that stupid bet with Soap and Gaz.

[shyravenns]

Been seeing a lot of lumberjack!price stuff lately, and decided to give my take on it!

[joonebugg]

How can call of duty players be so homophobic when Soap and Ghost are literally right there lowkey flirting over the radio?

[d0youc0py]

PLEASE WRITE ABOUT PRICE MOREE UM BEGGINGGGGG

Warnings: none really, Frisky Cap, he has a crush on you

“That’s not going to work, every entrance is watched. They have people on the ground and cameras.” Gaz nearly huffed, running a hand over his face.

“Set me up across the street and I’ll take them out.”

“Cameras, Ghost, Cameras.” You reminded, nudging the hulking man with your elbow.

“We’re just going to have to use the front door.” Price spoke, rolling his shoulders out. His hands rested on the table, leaning forward. A small smile etched the corners of his lips. His eyes met yours and a tingle shot up your neck.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You stared back, leaning forward yourself.

“What’re you doing tonight?” He smiled.

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“Can’t believe I have to wear this stupid thing.” You grumbled, tugging at the dress clothes hugging your body.

“You look stunning.” You turned towards the Captain, suddenly feeling so small under his gaze. His soft eyes wandered up and down your form, stopping at your face, giving a nod of approval. He had imagined taking you out on a date numerous times, granted he would prefer it if Soap wasn’t babbling in his ear- but any excuse to be this close to you would do. His hand rested on the small of your back, his eyes asking you for silent approval. You didn’t meet his gaze, but you leaned into his side causing a hum to arise in his body.

“I guess it’s not too bad.” You were as red as cherries- a color that paired well with your outfit. The two of you walked down the narrow street stopping at one of the fanciest restaurants in Lisbon- also the office of a well known terrorist.

“Reservations for two, Price.” The man “guarding” the front eyed both of you up and down.

“Follow me Mr. And Mr./Mrs. Price.”

“Quite like the sound of that.” Price hummed, giving your hip a firm squeeze. Your hand swatted against his stomach, the boys practically giggling in your ear adding to the embarrassment.

“Cap’ stay focus please. I’m sure you two can reschedule a proper date after the job.”

“Shut up Ghost.” You growled.

“Table for two.” The waiter gently set down two menus. “Enjoy.” He gave a fake smile with clasped hands before heading back up to his post. Your hand gripped the chair, beginning to pull it out before you were stopped.

“Now, now, Sweetheart. Don’t know what type of dates you’ve been on but that will not be tolerated with me.” His breath hit the back of your neck, and you wondered for a moment if the small tickle you felt against your shoulder was from his beard.

It was going to be a long night.

I loveeeeeee this man so much!!!!!

[johnsbirdie]

married!price babysitter!reader

cw: cheating?

(hi! this is my first time like, properly sort of writing for idk the public, and i just wanted to give it a go. sorry if this is short:()

“remind me how old you are once more?” his words make your ears perk up, even from across the room. you’re just picking up toys that had been left scattered across the house from the absolute mess that his sons had made.

“oh, i’ve just gone 19.” you reply, and for a moment, you think the conversation stops there. he’s silent for a moment, just watching as you gather the legos.

you can hear his sons squealing and giggling, calling for you to come and play. but you have to tidy up after them, i mean it’s pretty much your job. you need the money to get through college and you can’t just survive off of tesco meal deals.

there’s a vast array of toys in your hands, little dinosaurs, trains, legos, building blocks. there we go. just about done cleaning up after the little rugrats. (you love them though)

and suddenly a large pair of hands settle on your hips, the grip on your hips nearly makes you drop all of the toys. john’s golden wedding band sparkles under the light of the kitchen, and his touch makes you feel a little bit dizzy (or is that just the smell of the cigars he smokes)

“hm,” he starts off, squeezing your plush and squishy hips. and now you can feel his hardened and muscular chest pressed against your back. and down below, well, there’s his aching bulge pressed against your soft… supple.. ass.

he likes having you around the house, helping him with the kids. your the perfect eye candy, but not only that, you’re just the most caring, and soft-spoken person ever. to him, you are the epitome of sweetness. despite being old enough to be your own father, he has the desire to just ravish you whenever you walk into his house, his own home, in your little sundresses.

“how ‘bout you put all ‘em toys away, and i reward you for being so good, hm?” his thumbs move in circular motions on your hips, pushing harder against you, which makes you arch against him and he’s nearly bending you over the kitchen counter now.

“i… um, mr. price -“ he tuts. he flips you around so that you’re facing him, now chest to chest with one another.

“it’s john, remember? i want you to think of me as a friend.” his eyes lock on yours. his eyes are a deep blue, and it’s like looking out at the ocean. it’s beautiful really. but is it beautiful when he’s basically groping you and speaking to you so lowly, so suggestively.