#husband!john

[kooolgirl]

surprise! actually fucking helpful!

pairing(s): divorced husband!simon “ghost” riley x divorced wife!reader, husband!john price x pregnant wife!reader

summary: your ex husband realizes what he could’ve had with you, jealous of the life you have with your new husband

part 3!

part 1, demonization of his sweet nickname

part 2, another broken promise

part 4, final part, made sure i knew that i didn’t have to

masterlist!

it’s been a little over six years since you left simon, the large brute reliving his last moments with you every day since. this was his punishment for his disgusting behavior towards you, a degrading sentence for a damned man, and simon felt every. bit. of. it. his heart in agonizing pain ever since he sobered up, he felt it when he was drunk too, it was just easier to ignore.

he finally decided to stop his drinking, around two and a half years after you left, along with the help of johnny. simon’s drinking got really bad one night, soap witnessing the events unfold.

“fuck, she still hasn’ come back yet!” simon shouted, throwing another bottle of beer, smash, not caring where it landed. the massive man was pacing, johnny trying to calm him down, his hands thrown in the air, “tis’ ain’ gonna’ help ya either. look around here, ghost, yer destroyin’ tha’ place.”

another bottle thrown, smash, followed by another, smash. he had a table full of them, choosing to shove his arms across it, knocking all of them to the ground. shatter.

simon shattered in front of johnny, the man dropping to his knees, “god, she hasn’t called or nothin’, soap. m’ don’ know where she s’, if she s’ okay,” his hand moved to his dog tags, feeling two circular objects.

the man slipped both your engagement ring and wedding band on his dog tags a few days after you left, him missing you more than he thought he would. he found himself grabbing the jewelry when he felt himself breaking, like he was doing now. it helped him calm down, the last pieces he had of you.

“miss ha’ so much,” his accent was thick, tears starting in the man’s eyes. johnny’s eyes widen, he didn’t know what to do. didn’t know how to help. he’s never seen his lieutenant so distraught. never seen him cry.

with the help of soap, the man got a therapist, going to meetings once every two weeks.

the brute was resistant hesitant at first, deciding to be stubborn and mock the prompts. simon didn’t need some psychoanalysis done on him. he’s handled his emotions alone all his life, and he’s been just fine.

when he actually gave therapy a chance, after the scottish man reminded him you would want him to do this, he found it, surprise! actually fucking helpful! he also discovered he’s been doing a shit job at handling his emotions. he can’t believe it took therapy for him to realize he was the fucking problem, his nasty treatment towards you in the last couple months of your marriage, it made him want to die. his wife, his love, his little fawn, you didn’t deserve anything he said or did.

he wanted to apologize to you, get you back, but he didn’t know where you were. you cut all contact with him when you left, not even returning to grab a single thing from the house. you left it all behind.

he had no clue where you went that night, regretting how he flicked the angel telling him to chase after you off his right shoulder, drinking with the devil on his left.

he regrets it every fucking day.

“how ya doin’, mate?” a scottish accent was heard, the masked man pulled from his thoughts. he stood up from the table he was sat at, seeing johnny approach him with his wife.

he was meeting the rest of the task force 141 for lunch, everyone on the team deciding it was time to mingle their families together. of course simon already knew johnny’s wife, you accompanying simon on double dates with the scottish couple. soap was the only one who ever knew about you, same as ghost being the only one to know about his wife, and they both liked to keep it that way. at least he could pretend he’s always been single when the rest show up.

gaz arrived next with his wife and toddler, everyone greeting the family. simon smiled under his mask seeing the reserved man so full of energy around the people he would do anything for. he could feel the love radiating from kyle when he saw the way his child crawled into his lap, “m’ love ya daddy!” leaving him. that familiar pang hitting ghost’s stomach. why did he think he could do this? surround himself with his mates and their happy families? it just reminded him of you, what he could’ve had with you.

the group talked amongst each other, simon’s dog tags, along with your jewelry shining in the light. his fingers fiddled with the rings, unfocused on the conversation in front of him. all he could think about was you.

finally the captain approached, toddler in the hairy man’s arms, “hey everyone. sorry we’re late, little one got rowdy, didn’t she?” he coos to his daughter, fingers rubbing her belly. “the lass is comin’, she hadda’ stop by tha’ bathroom-” price started saying when he turned around, feeling a tiny hand grab his bicep. “i’m back now!”

“hi, hon’,” your husband turns his full attention to you, his back now turned to the group. john only cared about two things, you and your children. he didn’t care if he came off rude, you would always have his focus. he kisses your forehead, moving to your lips next, not caring about the pda, free hand wrapping around your waist, “was jus’ tellin’ em’ bout’ ya, sweet pea.”

your hand moves to your pregnant belly next, john grabbing your other one to pull you towards the group, “speakin’ of tha’ pretty lass.” you wave towards the task force 141, their wives and children waving back. you were excited to finally meet the men your husband fights with!

your eyes scanned each person, eventually landing on a familiar stature, the curve of the man’s muscles you traced and memorized so long ago fully present in front of you. you could never forget the brute, the brown eyes you once loved staring back at you through his skull mask. your first love, your only love other than john.

there was no way your si was on the same team with john, going on month long missions for years together, saving the world. your breath caught in your throat, hand on your womb moving to cover your mouth. “everythin’ alright’, hon’?,” your husband asks you, oblivious to the situation at hand.

you didn’t respond, still staring into your ex husband’s eyes, your toddler crying for you, “mama! m’ wan’ mama, dada!” your toddler’s words break you free from his hypnotizing stare, grabbing your daughter from your husband’s arms, “uhm, p-please, e-excuse me. i’m sorry,” you walked away with your daughter before you heard a response, cooing her.

simon was dumbfounded, soap and his wife sharing knowing glances towards one another, then one at the blonde brit. “m’ be back. please, order without us, needa’ make sure they’re alright,” captain price says, everyone looking to him. “do what you need to do, captain,” kyle replies.

ghost started feeling sick, like he saw a ghost. seeing the only woman he’s ever loved, the only woman he will ever love, start a new life, away from him. and worse, it was with his captain.

simon felt his heart breaking all over again. a new engagement ring and wedding band encased your tiny finger, a beautiful daughter that has the perfect mix of your features and a man that wasn’t him. your pregnant belly looking plump, your poor feet swollen from how much you had to waddle around. you were supposed to be experiencing all this with him! not with fucking price! the man could feel himself seething with anger, fists balling.

he couldn’t believe after all these years, you just moved on with your life, committing the ultimate sinful act. he felt like he was gonna vomit, his heart palpitating in his ear drums. “ghost-” johnny begins, knowing, but he was too late, a loud slam on the table from simon hitting it, causing other people in the restaurant to turn towards them. “needa’ fuckin’ go,” he grunts out, the doors swinging open from his sheer force.

he knew he shouldn’t be mad, you had every right to continue your life, finding someone who could give you what he couldn’t, but it still infuriated your ex husband. you were meant to be his, you were meant to have his children, grow old with him. this wasn’t right. you being with his captain wasn’t right!

he got in his truck, tears leaving his eyes as images of you holding your toddler, pregnant with your next little one that wasn’t his flashing through his mind. he drove to the only place he thought could heal his hurt, his sanctuary, the bar.

it’s been a little under three years since he’s had his last sip of alcohol, so he knew he could handle one fucking bottle. he deserved it after witnessing whatever the fuck that was.

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[kooolgirl]

what a full circle moment

pairing husband!john price x wife!reader

summary: we all know husband!john price would fuck wife!reader in her childhood bedroom, but what about in her childhood classroom?

masterlist!

you never decided to move away from your small hometown, choosing to live your adult life where you grew up. all the things you have ever needed were right here, in your little city, the man you would grow to love sharing these same feelings.

you met your husband during a visit to the local grocery store, the 6ft man helping you retrieve a cereal box he saw you struggling to reach. the older man thought you were just the cutest thing! little legs working with your tip toes to stretch your frame, frustrated pout overtaken your features when your attempts failed. price knew he needed to make you his.

the breakfast item was pushed to the very back of the top row, just your luck. “here ya go, lass. saw ya strugglin’ to get it,” said the bearded man, handing you the cereal. turning to face the deep voice, your eyes were met with a chest, coy smile spreading across your face when you looked up, “thank you, mister!” sweetly exiting.

john got your phone number, taking you on a multitude of dates before making you his, only taking a year of dating you for the man to propose. the captain knew what he wanted!

when he met your parents for the first time— over dinner at their house, shaking your father’s hand, kissing your mother’s cheek, being on his best behavior, assuring your folks approved of him. sipping on a beer with your father, cheering when the famous home team scored. you conversed with your mother in the kitchen, four hands operating to clean the room, the house in perfect tandem.

wishing your parents a good night’s sleep, holding your husband’s hand, leading him up the stairs to your childhood bedroom. a large fist pulling your hair, back arched in doggy style while your husband pounds your tight cunt, tits sliding against your naive, teddy bear sheets. the man presses his weight against your back, slithering a hairy arm around your neck, sheathing the increasing moans departing your pretty mouth, “ya must wan’ yer folks to hear ya moaning on m’ cock, hmm, slut? gettin’ split open by yer old man?”

you were an elementary school teacher, employed at the same elementary school you once attended since it was one of the only three in your town. you even taught in the same classroom your younger self once learned in, what a full circle moment!

your husband picked you up from the school when he could, keeping you company in your classroom while you finished up miscellaneous tasks from the chaotic school day with a bunch of grade kids. he would help you scrub the colored marker stains from your students’ desks, groaning while bending down to pick up the crayons they missed during clean up, “m’ gettin’ too old for this,” his gruff voice making you giggle.

one day, he secretly locked the door behind him when he entered, confirming the janitor wouldn’t accidentally walk in on the two of you. no chance of ruining the captain’s plans! the man making heavy strides to get to you, “been cravin’ ya all day, sweet pea,” twirling your body around from your desk, your students’ half graded-assignments abandoned. bringing your lips to his in a passionate kiss, he wasn’t lying, your bristly husband was really craving you, the way he was devouring you? your knees went weak.

he leaned down, massive hands clutching your plump ass, flesh squeezing between his pistol-calloused palm and fingers. he lifts you, placing you on top of your desk, your “world’s greatest teacher” mug a student gifted tottering side to side.

he kissed your cheek next, working his way down your neck to his favorite spot on your collar bone, the spot that made you yelp for him! “m-mister price!” you gasp, eyes closing, “we’re in m-my classroom,” you nervously resumed, despite your pitiful bucking into your husband’s groin.

his affection to your neck persists, one large hand moving to clench your boob next, “seems like she wan’s m’,” he teases, other hand moving to cup your pussy. he smirked at the wetness he felt, “oh yeah, she definitely wan’s m’ touchin’,” he grunts, observing you.

you were such a beautiful sight. your dress had ridden up your thick thighs when he sat you down, putting your panties on display for the brit, the man now flicking at your clit through the damp fabric. feeble, lewd moans left you, “oh!”

“look how fuckin’ wet ya are,” he pulls back, now sliding your panties to the side, your sticky folds glistening in the light. your husband sticks a finger in you, drunk on the squelching sounds that immediately emit.

he thrust his finger in and out, agonizingly slow pace, loving the way your tight cunt clenched around his knuckles. “so tight too,” more thrusting, “‘specially for a little girl so worried ‘bout feelin’ good in her classroom,” he calls you out.

mhmm, he hums, pulling his thick digit out, “no! p-price!” you whine, thighs clamping together. a staring contest takes place between yourself and your husband, your heavy breathing filling the air, flushed cheeks all puffy.

“shhh,” his rough hands are sliding your panties down your legs, a sharp inhale expanding your lungs when you feel your bare ass make contact with your cold, metal desk. “sweet pea, don’ worry,” a kiss, “m’ not gonna stop yer pleasure,” another kiss.

suddenly, you hear his belt unbuckle, followed by a thud, assuming your husband just pulled down his bottoms. your suspicions were confirmed correct, looking down, seeing your husband’s huge cock freely swinging in the air. “yes, mister price! wan’ your cock,” you beg, tiny hands reaching around your husband’s neck, pulling your body closer to his larger, hairy one.

you didn’t have to tell the man twice, price wasting no time stuffing his girthy cock inside your pussy, your precious cunt swallowing all of him. he didn’t give you anytime to adjust, his tip hammering against your cervix.

he relished in your loud moaning, enamored by the ring of cream forming around his cock at your cunt’s entrance. his little wife always got so fucking wet for him! such a good fucking girl.

“this feel nice, baby?” he speaks over your deafening moaning, “it makin’ ya wetter? bein’ in yer old childhood classroom? gettin’ fucked on yer childhood bed first, then here next? ya must’ve been plannin’ tis’ all along.” he was taking it there.

your husband’s dirty talk was so stimulating and exhilarating to hear, your toes clenching, “oh! y-yes, ah! yes, mister price!” the way his grizzy hands swallowed your back, thrusting into you with madness, like his life depended on it.

he knew you were going to cum soon, the sexy look on your face when your eyebrows scrunched together giving you away. “wan’ ya to cum on m’ cock, sweet pea,” he whispers in your ear, “needa’ feel yer satisfaction.” he’s kissing your cheek again.

you’re cuming in no time, the hold your giant, powerful husband had on you sending you over the edge. john was cuming next, releasing his entire load in you. leaning both your bodies down on your desk, his arms in between your back and the steel.

both of your breathing was heavy, the cum and sweat creating friction between your bodies still connected together. you didn’t want your husband to leave!

he slowly thrust a few more times, small whimpers leaving you when he did. you both were just so sensitive!

his hand swallows the top of your head, another final kiss to your forehead, “needa’ finish up here now, baby,” he pulls his large cock out of you, the veiny member already hard again.

rubbing a hand over his bearded face when he see his cum spill out of you, stopping everything in him from pounding into you again. “have to cum in ya in yer childhood car,” he winked, knowing he drove your car to pick you up today, the one you got when you turned sixteen and passed your driver’s test. everything’s going just as he planned!