john price is literally fucking insane and deranged and kills people for a living without even batting an eye. he’s an unstoppable force and leads men in his own task force.
oh, but i could fix him. like genuinely i believe i could. he just needs the sweet love and affection from a fat girl and i’m here to deliver. to others, he’s the strong willed captain price, but to me, he’s just john.
he’s such a sucker for his sweet wife. i just wanna bake him cookies and cakes and big, filling dinners and spoil him with the tlc he so desperately needs. like, the man has been in the army for over half of his life! let that man unwind i the arms of his loving, gentle wife!
he deserves to come home and see his beautiful wife in a pretty, floral apron making him dinner, candles lit around the kitchen and the faint sound of music playing while cooking… he comes behind casually just to wrap his arms around her waist, feeling how soft and warm she is in his strong embrace, smelling like home.
maybe drawing him a nice bath after a long day, giving him a massage to ease that tension in his shoulders where he sometimes feels like he’s carrying the whole world… peppering sweet little kisses all over his face until that stern look melts and he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling… spending the night in each other’s arms and feeling his soft, warm wife in his embrace, knowing i’m safe… domestic john price <3
whenever i feel a little insecure, i always love remembering that john would love me no matter what. because john price is truly a man.
if he ever found out someone you’ve known/dated in the past said anything about your appearance, he would be flabbergasted. especially if it was a man. he couldn’t help but think how they could even call themselves a man for trying to control how you looked, what kind of man wouldn’t love their woman’s body no matter what?
but with john, he loved every single inch of you, and is baffled by the fact that you’d even worry about something so silly. he doesn’t care if you have stretch marks or cellulite or if you have any fat on your belly or scars from your past or body hair anywhere on your skin. respectfully, he doesn’t give two shits. all he cares about is you.
all he sees when he sees you is a beautiful, incredible goddess. when he sees how pretty you are, he just wants to kiss every single inch of your skin while mumbling the sweetest praises. he never wants you to feel unworthy of his love or attention ever again. you’re his pretty, sweet doll, he would do anything for you…
selfshipping w a military man is soo funny to me tbh bc i have plenty of aus for me and price but the canon one i use is me as a civilian bc i just… don’t like the idea of being in the army 😵💫 i do have a 141 au with us, but i’m not actually a soldier and i work as an assistant w/ laswell. i just can’t see me fighting like i just wanna cook for price in a cute little apron and give him kisses and be pretty fr
dahlia/dahlly! ⋆ aroace ⚢ obsessed with john price
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does anyone else think about what kind of pet names price would use and u just kinda melt bc… 😵💫💚
like imagining him calling me ‘baby’, ‘lovie’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘doll’ in that deep, rough voice is just… i’m gonna start kicking my feet like 😭 i would immediately get flustered it’s not even funny
idk how to find mutuals on here but i’m ready to get silly and freaky and start yapping about john price to anyone who will listen and idec if i have to talk to a wall \(^-^)/ these thoughts need to be let out SOMEWHERE.
just thinking about how nice it would be to get a massage from price… like i need those big, strong hands on me Soo bad 😭
he’d be extremely firm with it, but not enough to hurt. just working his strong fingers into any knot he feels against your muscles, working from the back of your shoulders and against your spine, down towards your lower back and over your glutes, against your thighs.
asking after a while, ‘feelin’ any better, doll?’ and when you simply let out a little blissful moan and a nod from just how relaxed you were at that moment, he’d just chuckle and lean down enough to leave a kiss against your head and enjoy the way your smile widens over your lips from the action.
i love thinking about captain john price himself being completely whipped for his wife. just the idea of a big, tall, brooding man who’s unabashedly down bad for his sweet little wife. i mean, god forbid something slightly pisses him off, the second her hand touched his arm and she says ‘honey, it’s okay…’ so gently, he calms down like he was never even mad in the first place. will mumble out a quiet ‘sorry, angel’ in a much softer tone that he reserves for her only and immediately lets it go.
he just can’t bring himself to ever be mad at his wife, she puts up with so much from him, after all, and is so patient. he knows deep down he doesn’t deserve a partner so kind, so he would never on his life raise his voice at his wife, it’s always the last thing on his mind. he knows better than that.
if he’s aggravated because of work, he makes it his mission to calm himself down on the car ride home so he’ll never take it out on her, and everything melts away when he sees her sitting on the couch so sweet with a big smile on her face, so happy to see him home again, and he suddenly forgets what pissed him off at work earlier.
HOLY MOLY HE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD 😭😭😭😭🤤 his hairy ass arms will be the death of me plz put me in a headlock 😵💫
the quality in the 2nd pic is crazyyy i can see all the greys in his beard my sweetieeee 😭🫶🏼
these pics r from this tweet btw!
i’ve seen a few posts recently about price being a hardware store owner and i literally can’t stop thinking about it i’m obsessed with the idea yall.
like going to his store because it’s down the street and all you needed were some soil bags for a garden and you ask for help only to be met with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen and you suddenly forget that you needed stuff for a garden because you can’t think about anything else besides the man in front of you. his nametag read ‘john’ and you think he introduced himself but the sound of his voice made you short circuit a little.
and he’d truly be so attentive too, like imagine being price seeing a pretty clueless person walk into his store like of course he’s dropping everything to help you, to make sure that garden you want is made with the best quality materials!
he’d even offer to help you build it at your place… totally not an excuse to be closer with you, that would be ridiculous (he’s lying to himself obviously).