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Welcome! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ
This is a John price fanblog. A little space on the internet i made to dump things about this man (my man) 💋.
(this was made as a safeplace, always feel free to ask, comment and reblog (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) )
[hubby] John Price x [wifey] Reader drabble
Sure, John knows how much energy his sweet little wife has tucked away at all times, but you're definitely a whole other person when you don't feel well.
You wake up and crawl out of bed, tugging your blanket behind you like Linus from the peanuts, heading to his home office. He doesn't bat an eye when you whine and wiggle your way into his arms.
He sits back to adjust himself better to make you comfy, wrapping you in your blanket and pressing a kiss to your temple as he works. He doesn't realize how he's changed but you do.
He stops working every five minutes like clockwork to tug you closer and rub circles on your back, it's started as nausea and after a week it hasn't gone away.
You find out in a doctor's office, that you're not sick, you're pregnant with your little girl. From that day on, he coos to your tummy, "Don't ya be hurtin' yer mama, that's my wife, young lady" every time she kicks your ribs, the same voice the boys hear on base but softer.
She's gonna be a daddy's girl.
And Simon's girl.
And Johnny's.
And Kyle's.
And mama gets to relax knowing her babygirl is safe no matter who she's with.
Dividers by @cursed-carmine
I couldn't help but think about Price after being on a beach, I had to draw him.
Sorry i can't pretend i'm normal about him anymore :(
Hiii, i feel so bad i haven't posted in so so SO long :(( i'ven been busy lately but i promise i will post again like i used to ;) daddy Price hasn't left my heart lol
reader having a dog that has hated their ex boyfriend(s)
your dog was all bark and all bite . they wouldn’t allow them to pet your dog, and if your ex ever touched you in their presence , they would bite the shit out of them
until you introduce your dog to john price.
john allows your dog to sniff him, and immediately your dog rolls onto their back, allowing john to rub their belly .
The best way to discover a green flag
Captain price photo dump! ♡
Yes my camera album is filled with him
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headcanons: price’s wife & the task force 141
price’s wife is the only person who can make captain john price relax after a long mission. she’s his safe place, and everyone in the 141 knows it.
soap calls her “mrs. p” too but deep down, he sees her as the closest thing to a mother he’s had in years. he tells her about his new tattoos and jokes that price will never be as cool as him.
ghost is surprisingly protective of her. he never shows his face, but he’ll let her touch his arm or shoulder when she’s trying to comfort him. she’s the only one who can make ghost eat properly when they’re home.
gaz adores her cooking. he always compliments her and says she’s “the heart of the team.” he helps her set the table and carries heavy groceries like it’s a mission objective.
whenever the boys come back from a mission, price’s wife hugs them all, no questions asked. ghost stiffens at first, but he secretly loves it.
soap teases price saying, “you’re lucky she said yes to you, cap. i’d have married her if i’d met her first.” price just rolls his eyes but hides a smirk.
she sends small notes or snacks in their gear bags before missions—like “stay safe, lads”—and ghost once kept one tucked in his pocket the whole operation.
price calls her “love” or “darling” in front of the team, and soap pretends to gag every single time, just to annoy him.
when someone gets hurt, she’s the first to scold them gently, like a mom. even ghost listens when she says, “sit down and let me see that wound.”
gaz loves how she listens to him talk about random things, like his favorite music or football matches, and she always remembers the little details.
price trusts her with his life, and the team knows she’s the only one who can pull him out of a bad mood.
It's me!! I'm the wife!!!
Imagine being in high school and introducing your first boyfriend to your dad, an intelligence officer in the military.
Your dad leans in close, smiling a vaguely threatening smile. "You better treat her right. I know how to make people disappear."
Unsurprisingly, your boyfriend doesn't stick around long after that. When you complain to your dad, he just gives you an innocent look.
"What? If he's that easily intimidated, he's not worth your time."
Over a decade later, you introduce him to John Price.
Your dad's old line hasn't changed. But when he says he knows how to make people disappear, John only raises his eyebrows.
"So do I."
The minute John excuses himself to use the bathroom, your dad turns to you with unfiltered glee.
"When's the wedding?"
thinking of john price who spoils you rotten.
if he's home, he doesn't let you do anything. cooking? on him, chores? on him. he does everything for you to be comfortable and to keep you safe. he's obsessed with you, he can't keep his hands off you. he eats you out first, he makes you come twice, he's obsessed with the way you moan his name, the way your whole body shakes after an orgasm. he likes knowing he's the one who makes you finish, he's the only one who knows where and how to touch you.
he likes knowing you're his.
YEEEEESSSS!!!!!
Price: stay close and follow me
Me, twirling my ghillie suit: whatever you say captain 🥰
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captain price photo dump! :3 yes these have all been collecting in my camera roll. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
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Such a bear > <
You know that mole Price has on his nose?
gif credit eurodynamic
I want to smack it with my lips 💋
That’s it, that’s what this post is about
Nasty older boyfriend John price who waits until the hot, leaking tip of his aching hard cock is pressed right up against your cervix to say “theeere she is. There’s the girl I’ve been wanting to kiss all night.”
Nasty older boyfriend John Price who calls every creampie “painting the nursery”
High Rise
okay so barry sloane had an eyebrow piercing in the early 2000s… do we think canonically young captain price had one too 👀
Canon i was the piercing 😋
light study with cowboy Price
alt version + ref used:
Oh okkk?? 😍😍 I need a cowboy price in my life
Price who gets a little older and finally retires but is BORED OUT OF HIS MIND.
He's right around 50, give or take a few years, and years of active duty plus a shot to the leg made it so that he can't do his job the way he used to, and damned if he's going to ride a desk and watch the rest of his team flit in and out doing what he should be doing. So he takes the pension and leaves.
It's less than a month of trying (and failing miserably) to sleep in, starting (and failing miserably) to grow a garden, reading and smoking cigars on his porch (that part goes all right) before he's about to rip his hair out. He ends up takin a job as an adjunct professor at the local university, teaching history.
And he ADORES it, so much more than he thought he would. He gets paid to run his mouth about World War II, something he would most definitely do for free, and he finds it surprisingly rewarding to interact with the students. He always loved taking care of those under him, and this is another version of that. He's a natural born leader, and while teaching is less regimented, it still fulfills something in him.
Another unexpected perk? You.
One of his more attentive students, always sitting in the front row, eyes wide and focused on him -- always on him. You hang on his every word during lectures, jotting down notes and asking questions, offering observations. You're bright, funny when the opportunity arises, and the way you just listen to him so well ... you're young enough to be his daughter, but beautiful enough for him not to be too bothered about it.
Not that it matters anyway. Nothing will ever happen, he knows that. He's your professor, he's sure you see him as an old man, if you even see him as a man at all.
What he doesn't know, however, is that you don't only listen because you're a good student. You listen because he's got the hottest voice you've ever heard, you pay attention because sometimes the dress shirts he wears stretch a little too tightly over his broad, well-muscled shoulders. You hover at his desk after class and ask him questions because you're genuinely curious, sure, but also because that close, you can smell him -- a rich tobacco scent that you're pretty sure you could become addicted to.
"Excellent work, as always," he tells you in that low, gruff voice one day during his office hours. You'd stopped by to get him to take a look at a rough draft of an essay you were writing for him. "You've definitely got an interesting point of view, sweetheart."
He glances up at you, a small, tight grin on his face, and you positively beam at him.
It was a slip of the tongue on his part, the pet name, and he was just about to smooth over it, a quick apology, but when he saw how your eyes lit up at the tiny bit of affection, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
After all, it doesn't really matter, does it? He tells himself again that nothing will ever happen. And if more little names slip out, if maybe he hovers a little too close over your desk when you have a question in class, or if his shoulder brushes against yours when you're reading something in his office? Well, then that won't matter either, will it?
I'm sorry? 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
