#john price cod

[the-palelady]

IS THAT BARRY SLOANE ON HotD????????!!!!???!?

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE SAT

[mindless-rweraidtiinng]

rockband!AU

band member-overlook: John Price +Kate Laswell

John Price plays the bass. He technically could play the lead guitar but he says he's too old for this shit. His words. John only learned to play the guitar because he wanted to impress a girl he liked as teenager. Long story short, he was shit at it and the girl made fun of him. After that, John didn't touch an instrument till he met Jonny in a pub. The scot was drunk and played like he was born with it. Through some friends and incidents they became friends and John joined the small garage-band-arangment Jonny had with Kyle. Because of his dislike for the guitar, Kyle gave him the bass. It was much easier.

Some songs are sung by him. He's not one for a big perfomance but his gravelly and deep voice, he's had since a young adult, fits the slower songs perfectly. His ma cried the first time hearing her boy sing live. Kyle showed him how to vocalise certain notes and believe it or not, John got really good at what he's doing. Especially the older women scream the loudest if he takes his shirt of because "it's too hot".

At the beginning of their touring modt of the organisation was made by John and Simon until they became popular and needed an manager. That's when Kate Laswell joined. The two of them often fight discuss like they're an old couple. Even Kate's wife gets tired of hearing them barking insults at each other.

Note: We're making some progress guys.

[suds-inatrenchcoat]

Price can smuggle a horse into the helicopter without telling Nikolai.

As a treat.

It's not his fault the patrol this time were on horseback.

It was also not his fault that Price ended up on the backs of one of these horses during contact and rode the thing through the entire building.

He bonded with it Nikolai. What was he supposed to do, say goodbye and give it a hearty pat on the nose like a normal person???

[johnnyspup]

cw: painplay, spanking, cigars on skin

mean price spanking you with his cigar between his lips. His heavy hand coming down on your clothed ass before he grunted. “Hmf, get this off.” Before pulling your jeans and underwear down himself. “Maybe. Now, you’ll listen.” You’d hear the older man grumble, his calloused hand coming down in time with each word.

He wouuuuuld so leave your ass sore, all while letting ash from his cigar drop onto your legs. “Dumb thing, making me do this.” Mayyyyybe,, he’d even lightly press the ember end of his cigar against the back of your thigh. Relishing in the way you flinched away from the sudden heat.

[pricesprincess]

Price (casually) slapping readers ass at any chance he gets? I'm rlly into that and I haven't seen any pics about it

tags: smut 18+ only + john is obsessed with your ass

At first you really didn't think about it.

You genuinely thought it was something John did in passing at first to let you know he was thinking about you or something, or anytime he found you bent over, he'd slap your ass and then caress it with a soft grunt before going back to whatever it was he was doing.

Then it became more frequent.

In the shower he'd stand behind you and lather up your body with soap and somehow end up mostly focused on your ass that his palms kept sliding over, making him chuckle.

When you're about to go to sleep and your faced away from him, you can feel John reach over to give your ass a slap then squeeze.

At the grocery store, his palm would find your ass in a quick slap, then before you get in the car and after you get out, when you're cooking or even just standing there. At home he was more prone to just touching and groping the soft globes, memorized with how it jiggled for him.

It went from being outside the bedroom to inside.

John had a new obsession.

He wanted your face down, hips up, or riding him so he could keep his greedy palms on your ass cheeks, slapping them in tandem or once in a while, both of them getting the same attention, then sweet, tender touches. "Look at you, so pretty on top of me, keep goin' cowgirl."

Another sharp slap to get you moving again.

It had grown into such a thing that even your friends commented on it whenever John picked you up from the bar when you had too many drinks, your skirt flying up when you pawed at him drunkenly and him smoothing it down while giving your ass a slap, letting you drool on him.

There was something about it that made John smile with joy, and don't get him started on those little sundresses you wear, sometimes with no panties, and he can see everything, giving him an instant boner.

Sometimes John would hold you against him when he caught you doing dishes after making coffee, and he'd have you pinned against the counter, lazily pawing at your hips while grinding his cock against your ass as he nuzzled into your neck, sending you into sensory overload.

Tight shorts will also do the poor man in.

He can feel his chest ache whenever you're wearing them or leggings that hug the curve of your ass that is getting spanked.

John Price just loves your ass.

[pricesprincess]

price eating his cum out of reader

Post-sex, you discovered something new you liked.

"Look at her." John's rough thumb glided easily through your slick, cum-covered pussy, making you shudder with something close to embarrassment even though he just had you folded like a lawn chair and his cock buried so deep inside you, you swore he was in your guts.

You shifted on top of the mattress and squeezed your eyes shut while your fingers curled in the soft buttery sheets. On instinct, your hips bucked at the slight stimulation to your throbbing clit, and then there it was.

His tongue lapped at your hole, gathering the cum that dripped from you, so much so that he spit it back on your cunt, making it glisten under the bedroom light. "John!" You whined, grinding against his mouth, unable to stop. He chuckled against you and kept licking.

It was wet.

Nasty.

A filthy squelching sound echoed from between your legs with each expert stroke of your husband's tongue. He hummed like it was the frosting from a damn cupcake and ate it up happily. It was nothing like what you've heard from your friends, their husband didn't even give them a kiss after giving them a blowjob, and you get this?

Your back arched clear off the bed, enough so that a mini car could drive under it when he sucked on your aching bud before he flicked it, knowing just how to turn you into a mess, which he did gladly.

Strong arms hooked up and around your thighs to keep them spread wide open for him to devour you. His beard tickled you, making giggles mix in with the sinful moans that spilled from your swollen lips from so many stolen kisses as John wrecked you with his cock.

"I don't know—" You broke off with a high-pitched whine when another orgasm sent you into orbit, causing you to clamp John's face between your thighs and ride out your high, chanting his name like a broken record.

It wasn't until John pulled back to give you reprieve did you realize how hot it was to see his own cum on his beard with a smirk as he looked up at you through his lashes. "Have enough, princess?" He teased kissing your thigh before laying down, where he pulled you in a warm embrace.

Your face still felt hot as you buried it in his damp chest and huffed. "For now, we need water, and then we're going to go again." John grinned and slapped your ass in agreement.

ps: my asks are open for things like this slkfmbrt

[guessweseewhathappens]

Price can’t help but notice the way you’ve been shutting down any and every attempt at intimacy.

At first he’d assumed it was because you wanted time after giving birth to your daughter, which he was totally okay with, but after 5 months he started thinking there may be another reason.

He waited until Lily was asleep for her nap before he pulled you to sit with him on the sofa. “Hey love..”

It reassures him slightly when you smile up at him happily. “Hi..”

He feels like a nervous teenager, avoiding your eye contact and clearing his throat whilst he thinks of a way to start the conversation.

Your brows furrow slightly as you reach out to grab his hand. “John?”

Scooping you into his lap is somewhat to comfort you and somewhat to break the tension of a serious conversation. “I love you.. you know that, hm?”

It pains him slightly to see your expression go to concern and confusion. “I know.. John, what’s the matter?”

“You know I’d never pressure you into anything?”

“Of course I do..”

“I don’t want you to think we have to have sex, I’m just.. if there’s a reason you don’t want to, you can tell me..”

It’s expected that you pull away but it doesn’t stop him from cringing slightly, resisting the urge to hug you closer.

“Oh..”

His heart practically falls out of his ass at how hurt you look. “No- I’m not- I just.. I just wanted to know if I did something or if I could do something to make you feel comfortable..”

You shake your head slightly and the sight of tears in your eyes makes him temporarily forget he’s a war hardened soldier, feeling immediately desperate to cheer you up.

You pull away entirely, standing up in front of him. “I’m not.. the same- as before I was pregnant, John.. physically..”

He’s on his feet in a second, swiping a tear from your cheek before it can fall. “You know that’s not a problem for me love, I don’t expect you to be exactly the same as when we met and I love that..”

“You don’t get it..”

“You’re right, of course you are, there’s no way for me to understand what you’ve been through to give us our daughter.. but I love it.. all of the changes - stretch marks, loose skin - just shows what you went through..”

You shake your head and turn away from him. “No- I know you love that, you remind me all the time..”

He chuckles slightly, wrapping his arms round your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Then what’s the matter? Talk to me baby, I want you to be comfortable with me..”

The silence stretches, and he lets it, he knows whatever the issue this is clearly a big deal to you.

“I’m not going to be..” You clear your throat, shuffling your feet. “tight.. anymore..”

That he didn’t expect, he hadn’t even considered that you would be worried about that. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

He feels your response rather than hears it, your head nodding against his.

“Love.. that’s not- that would never be an issue, you can’t help that, that’s not what sex is for me..”

You turn round in his arms, staying pressed against his chest. “No?”

He leans down, letting his forehead fall against yours. “No.. sex is also about us being close and showing you how much I love you..”

He slowly realises just how much you’ve been in your own head about this, if the way you frown is enough to go by. “But.. it’s not going to feel as good for you”

Despite the fact you’re already pressed to his chest he manages to hug you closer. “Any time I spend with you is amazing, no matter what, no question about it.”

“John..”

He pulls back, but only enough to look you in the eye. “I’m serious. I love you more than anything, every single physical change you’ve been through just reminds me how strong you are. You pushed a BABY out of you love, our daughter grew inside of you for 9 months, of course that’s going to change your body.”

This time when your eyes fill with tears it isn’t from embarrassment but rather the realisation of just how amazing your husband is. “Mean it?”

“With everything I have. Now there’s no pressure and I’d never want you to feel like you’re supposed to do anything intimate, ever, but I need you to know I’d never ever feel anything negative about your body.”

[unadulteratedvoidtragedy]

Teaching your captain a much needed lesson

cw: smut, MDNI, misogynistic behaviour, power imbalance, boot licking, foot job/boot job(?), use of the word "cunt"

This was a bad idea, you don't know what possesed you to say yes and go along with it in the first place, but now here you are. Palm pressed against the wall, feeling each and every crevice where the paint chipped, nail scratching at it even more to hold yourself up, kness threatening to give out at any moment. John is right behind you, plunging himself deeper and deeper with every thrust, the buckle of his belt hitting the back of your thigh in an increasing rhythm.

Maybe it was all the teasing during the day, him calling you into his office every 20 minutes to lecture you about the error in the report that was fine an hour ago when you gave it to him, the way you brewed his coffee or how your uniform was innapropriate even if you've been complaining for weeks that they gave you the wrong size.

The tension has been accumulating for a while, all the little comments and the mocking glances towards you every time it was your turn to do something. Making you feel like you needed to prove that you actually deserved your place amongst them and when you did it again and again, it was treated like some happy accident. All your qualifications and years of experience on the field pushed aside and ignored. It was infuriating, every chuckle making you grip the handle of the gun so tight, you were afraid it was gonna snap. Laswell warned you before your transfer that even amongst the elite task forces where everyone's talents were proved by their presence alone, you were gonna be pushed aside. "Grown men playing it like it's a boys' club" she said disdainfully.

Maybe it was naive of you to still hope for people to be reasonable, but the first time during briefing before a mission when Price said that a coffee would be nice and pointendly looked at you, it was hard to hide your dissapointment. All the moments when you would speak up and have your ideas and suggestions ignored only for Gaz or Soap to say the same thing a few minutes later and get an approving smile and a pat on the back from the captain. It didn't matter that you could hold your own during missions, your sniper skills on par with Ghost's, they would give you an indulgent smile at best or an exasperated sight at worst like you were some small dog barking at them and it was starting to go from cute to annoying.

You curse yourself for falling so easily into this trap, perhaps all the days of having to stay overtime to make up for errors that weren't yours, all that frustration and loneliness finally culminated to this moment. Mistaking Price's change in attitude for acknowledgement, desperately clinging to every crumb of approval tossed your way just to end up with your pants around your ankles and Price behind you in the supply closet.

His talk about you finally stopping trying to play soldier and behaving like a proper cunt sending a wave of shame all over your body and something else. All that fury that was buried under clipped smiles, pushed aside for the sake of keeping the peace at your expense. It's in the bits of old paint gathered under your fingernails, the grind of your teeth as your jaw clenches, the bitter taste in your mouth that you've gotten tired of swallowing.

When you hear him saying that he's getting close, your body moves on its own. He isn't ready for your hand pushing him away, stumbling on his ass on the cold floor. Before his shock could make way for anger, you press your boot over his cock, not outright painful, but firm and start moving your foot.

"Come on, didn't you say you were close? Go ahead and finish like this."

Price looks like he's about to argue, but when he opens his mouth all that comes out is broken moan. A smirk starts streching on your face when you see him moving his hips against your boot, groaning all the way as spurs of cum get all over his uniform. His breath is heavy, a dust of red covering his cheeks. The small sound escaping his lips when your hand goes to the back of his head, fingers interlocking through his hair and pulling hard, only encourages you further, bringing his head closer to the concrete floor.

"Clean it up." You say it almost bored, the meeting is in 10 minutes, you should probably finish up here quickly and go.

A part of you expects him to refuse, to pull rank and throw you out, make all the years of your career amount to nothing in less than an afternoon. What he does instead is lower his head even more, obediently licking up the cum on your boot in slow motions. When he's done you let go of his hair, throwing his own words back at him, telling him that he finally behaves like the cunt he is. Before he can say anything more, you turn around and leave him there on the floor with his cum-stained pants around his ankles, the dark obscuring his erect dick. You leave the supply closet with a lightness in your step that makes any kind of future consequences worth it.