Captain Price - Blog Posts
I’m sobbing rn
Link btw
audio was deleted but it's still good
they look similar to me
this is old, I've improved.
more nikprice plssssss
morse code is what audio says !
the most evil villain ever
yay OG timeline
WE WERE ROBBED
I WILL LITERALLY PUNCH THE WALL. Uncancel it you cowards. I feel betrayed.
I see no difference
You cannot tell me which one is price it’s impossible
John just had to get a taste of his dessert (≧◡≦) 
18+ minors do not interact!
so you know that stupid tradition of the groom sticking his head under the bride's dress at the reception to pull the garter off? yeah that but every single one of the 141 would kiss your pussy while doing it.
johnny's full on making out with it over your underwear, leaving it sticking to you from a mixture of his spit and your arousal.
simon's got it pulled to the side so he can plant one directly on it and you can hear the deep rumble in his chest when you gasp in surprise.
kyle would place a kiss right over where your clit is under your underwear before running his tongue up the length of it.
and john would stuff his fingers in you while he gives your clit a harsh suck before letting go with an audible pop, comes out from under there with the garter in his teeth and licking his fingers.
I need him so bad (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(„ಡωಡ„)
Can't stop thinking about Price gaining some winter weight, having you warm your cold hands on his soft hairy stomach while you're sat on your knees between his big thighs, looking at the soft fat pad that's starting to settle around the base of his cock as he feeds it to you, your nose tickled by the hair on his stomach as he guides you down towards the base. It all makes his cock seem thicker, makes it feel like he's really stretching out your throat until tears are brimming on your lash line and he's wiping the wetness from your cheeks with a big gentle thumb. He'll make you hold onto his love handles while he fucks your face, just you wait.
Feeling domestic rn🤭
John Price and Reader whos good at cooking is the best pair that could happen.
John is a big man with a bigger appetite
Sure, military food is there and all that. But that's just it. It's military food. No soul, no love, and most importantly, no taste. It's just something to keep people up and running.
So who could blame him when he devoured your homemade, eggs, and hasbrowns in a minute.
Eating like he never ate (which in some case probably true)
Oh you couldn't finish your plate? He's there
Oh you made too much portion for two people? Invite the boys.
You made food? He's in love.
He would never complain if you suddenly asked him to fetch ingredients, he doesn't care if its in the ass crack of dawn. He will get you your soy sauce, garlic and salt cus whatever you do with those is worth the errand run.
He would be open to try foods outside the typical english dishes. Although I imagine him handling spice on a lower level only. That's not stopping him from tasting food you've made.
Of course, after every end of the day theres dessert.
So get on the table and let him have a feast.
Don't mind me requesting again cuz your writing is good-
Anyway I need some older male reader that is team GHOST from call of duty ghosts and his team is fucking chaotic like they be almost killing them self's and one of them do stabby another like blowing shit up while male reader don't get enough sleep and be a dad on his team but in the end they get the job done
I just want 141 to meet male readers team during a mission and all of them see his team jumping out a window lol
I just need some chaotic shit
Ghost Soldier!Male Reader + Task Force 141
WARNING: INCREDIBLY CRINGE WRITING
While Captain Y/n is on a mission with his team, they are interrupted...
What matters most though is if they are friend or foe...
Honestly, trying to put a whole scenario like this together was fun and challenging at the same time but worth it @gamersansblog !!!
So I hope you enjoy!
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"Midnight, Hawk, do either of you have eyes on the target yet?" Y/n asked as he let his eyes sweep over the contents in the room. Falcon followed behind him, silently with his gun raised, clearing the room himself before rejoining Y/n's side.
"No sir, not yet," Midnight's heavy feminine voice replied through the radio.
"Just a whole bunch of shit in here, Captain, unless..." Hawk drawed out slowly.
Y/n knew that tone and quickly tried to intervene, "Hawk, I swear if do what I think..."
"Calm down, sir. Why don't we just turn this place inside out?"
"Hawk..." Falcon warned from beside Y/n as he watched his Captain let out a long sigh in front of him.
"Just a little demolition, sir. That's all... it's not like anyone knows we're here anyway. With the guards dead, I doubt we'll be interrupted, " Y/n could have swore he aged faster as he listened to Hawk's suggestion.
Honestly, Y/n was too tired for this shit. It felt like he was baby sitting 3 kids and he couldn't help but wonder if other groups dealt with the same thing.
There mission was simple, take out the guards, retrieve the files, and get out. Really simple shit. Y/n could do it in his sleep if he wanted too. But noooo, the Higher Ups just had to say his team needed to be with him for this operation.
Plus, Y/n doubted that Falcon could deal with all of them if Y/n left him alone with Midnight and Hawk. So he was forced to bring his crazy pyromaniac of a man, the little assassin that would kill just about anything even when Y/n told her not to, and his only good child.
God, being a father of a Ghost Team was hard.
But even so, Y/n wouldn't change it for the world. His team was just about the best thing that ever happened to him and his career. They were his second chance, his redemption. His everything...
"Alright, Hawk, set up those explosives and see if you can find anything. Midnight, watch his back. Falcon and I are gonna make our way over there..." Y/n commanded.
"Understood, sir," and in the background, he could hear Hawk's sinister little giggle and shook his head at his soldier's antics.
"You sure this is the best idea, sir?" Falcon looked worried about this and Y/n didn't blame him for it. They both knew Hawk could go too far when it came to blowing up things.
Last time they left him alone, half of a building managed to disappear.
Y/n shook his head at the thought, not wanting to even remember that mission again.
When he caught sight of Midnight, the woman was throwing her knives at some random crate she was using as target practice.
"Midnight, Y/n told you to stop doing that. You're gonna mess up your knives and then cry about needing to get new ones," Falcon stressed.
Midnight stuck her tongue out at the man and Y/n chuckled.
"Come on Captain tell her!" Falcon pleaded.
Y/n ignored it and looked towards Hawk.
"You ready Hawk?"
"Annnnnd FINISHED!" the man exclaimed happily as he put the last finishing touches on the bomb.
"Good... get ready to...the hell is that sound?" Y/n turned to see a drone watching them outside the window.
"Shit... someone else is here... we're leaving NOW!" Y/n yelled as he made his way to the windows with their repel gear.
"WHO THE HELL ARE THEY?!" Midnight bellowed next to him.
"Doesn't matter! Hawk on my signal you blow this place to hell!"
"What about the files?!" Hawk asked.
"The Captain and I got them on our way to you two! Now hurry your ass up and get ready to repel!" Falcon hollered at him, quickly putting his gear on.
Once they were ready, Y/n didn't take the chance of the enemy spotting them from the window. If anything, these guys were definitely professionals and had yet to show themselves but it didn't bother Y/n one bit. He knew his team was just as good.
So, he turned to the other window, pulling out his P226 and aiming it at the window.
"Hawk, you remember that scene from Fast and Furious where they jumped from building to building?" Y/n asked.
"Yeah, but we don't have a supercar, sir!"
"Well we can try!" Y/n began to run towards the window, shooting it multiple times until to burst into glass shards and they all jumped out.
"NOW HAWK!"
Y/n heard that lovely sound of the explosion going off behind him as they landed on the roof.
"Hell yeah!" Hawk whooped from beside him.
"We can celebrate later...we still need to find who else is here."
Y/n turned to Midnight first.
"I got an idea..."
"Sir?" She tilted her head in curiosity.
"You see anyone even hostile take them out. Hawk fill this place with traps, take Falcon with you."
Hawk nodded and tapped Falcon's arm before leading them away from Y/n and Midnight.
"Alright, let's go see who the hell were dealing with..."
Midnight sent Y/n a smirk as Y/n moved to take point and as they set out to find the intruders.
It didn't take long when they both heard a cry that only Hawk could make and quickly ran towards his yells. Y/n told Midnight to hide the in the grass, dropping into the dirt himself and aiming his rifle at the newfound men that had Hawk and Falcon in their custody.
He heard the gruff British man's voice question who Hawk was working with, who their team was, but Hawk wasn't one to talk.
Y/n made sure personally that they would never talk. He put then through the same exact situation he had been in now. Cornered by the enemy but except this time not alone.
"Midnight, stay down unless shots are fired. Got it?"
She nodded at him before popping up out of the grass.
"I wouldn't move it I were you..."
The men all turned back to him, guns drawn on him while he held his Honey Badger tightly to his chest.
"Who the hell are you?" The man in the skull mask questioned.
Y/n gave him a look before turning back to the man with the fisher hat on.
"You plan on fishing for my soldiers..." he drawed off.
"Captain Price." He answered.
"Ah...I've heard of you... You and your little Task Force. What was it...141, right?"
"Ye now who the hell are you?" He watched the man's grip tighten on his own gun.
"Captain Y/n and you're going to give me back Hawk and Falcon now." Y/n demanded.
"How do I-" he was cut off by another voice going through his radio.
"Yeah but-... Are you sure, Laswell?"
Y/n looked up when he heard Kate's last name leave the older Brits lips.
"You familiar with Laswell?" Y/n asked as he watched the men untie Hawk and Falcon.
"Seems so...and it seems she knows you as well..." Price commented as he watched Hawk and Falcon walk back to Y/n's side.
"Sir, are you sure Laswell said they're green?" The dark skin man asked the Captian.
"I doubt Laswell would lie to us Gaz. That goes for you two as well," Price said, turning to the skull masked man and the slightly shorter man standing next to him.
"So that's a infamous Ghost...I thought he be taller," Hawk.
"He lots pretty damn tall to me, considering he's standing near shortstack over there..." Falcon said.
The shorter man sent him a glare, obviously hearing Falcon's comment, but before he could say anything, Ghost pulled him back.
"He's not worth it, Soap."
Y/n heard a Scottish accent come from the man as he watched the two talk.
"Oh, sir... You should probably tell-" Falcon was too late to warn him when Midnight sprang up from behind Ghost and Soap.
Y/n sent her the scariest death glare in history before the woman's knife even made it near the two men. Only then did Ghost realize Y/n was glaring but not at him and turned around only to see nothing there. When he turned back, there was now a third soldier standing near him that wasn't there.
"Who she?" He cocked his head towards her.
"Midnight." and he left it there.
Price turned to look at them apologetically before letting out a long sigh.
"Sorry about the mishaps, mates. Seems we got you mixed up with someone else, by the way... you know who blew up that building?"
"We did," Y/n said quickly, watching the man's face change to confusion.
"Why did you-"
"Sorry, but we're kinda on a tight schedule so we'll see yall again sometime soon yeah? Nice meeting you, Captain and your team. Lovely bunch, really! Sir, we have go to go." Falcon said as he pulled Y/n away, the man shaking his own head and chuckling himself, with the other two laughing.
"Kids am I right?" Y/n shouted as he sent a quick nod to the Captain before turning to greet his own team as they made their way towards exfil.
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Simon Ghost Riley-
Late Nights 💦
Ghost soft moment with his baby girl 🩵
Simon telling you he loves you for the first time 🩵
Soap, The Matchmaker🩵
We All Have Our Demons🩵💔
You're Mine 💦
You Can't Leave Me💔
You're a Minx, You Know That?💦
Dreams💔
"I Do"🩵
I'll Take the Big Blue One!🩵
I've Got You, Kid💔🩵
Simon's Bundle of Joy 🩵
Before He Was "Ghost," He was Simon. 💔🩵
What's Your Favorite Color? 💦🩵
Words of Wisdom🩵
Date With Your Lieutenant🩵💦
Teach Me How To Ride?🩵
Innate Desire to Protect Part 2💔🩵
Innate Desire to Protect💔
Piece of me when I'm away🩵
Konig-
I Never Got to Propose 💔
To Always Having Each Other's Backs🩵💔
141 + Konig & Others Scenarios:
141 + König & Alejandro With Reader Surprising Them With Lingerie 🩵💦
141 With Reader Who Uses Their Callsign in Emergency Situation 💔🩵
141 + König With Reader Who is a Major Cuddlebug 🩵
141 + LV & König x Reader, Where You Don't Say I Love You Back 🩵
141 + König x Fem! Reader Going Down On Them 💦
141+ Alejandro, Rudy, and Konig w/ Pregnant Reader Headcannons 🩵
141 + König & Alejandro Eating Their Fem! Partner Out 💦
141 + König Breaking their GN! Partners Bed 💦
141 + König With Fem!Reader Riding Them💦
141 + König x Reader's First Kiss 🩵
141 + König x GN Reader When You Slap/Grab Their Ass Playfully 🩵💦
Ghost/Soap/König's Reaction to Reader Pouring Salt in Their Coffee 🩵
How the 141 Boys + König react to the reader getting an epidural 🩵
141 + König with a Reader Who Sneezes are Loud as Shit🩵
141 + König + LV Cumming Too Quick 💦
141 + Konig Telling the Reader They Love Them for The First Time 🩵
141 + König & Alejandro With A GN! Reader Who Dodges a Kiss 🩵
141 + König Where Reader Asks Them For A Baby 💦🩵
141 + König Where Fem! Reader Gets Jealous/Insecure 💔🩵
141 + König Where They Hurt The Reader During Sex 💔💦🩵
141 + König Where The Reader Finds Out She's Having Twins🩵
141 + König Where The Reader Wipes Off Their Kiss 🩵💦
141 + König Where The Reader Squirts For The First Time 💦
141 + Königs Favorite Positions / How They Enjoy Sex HC's 💦🩵
141 + König Where Reader Accidentally Calls Them Daddy In Bed 💦
141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma 💔🩵
141 + König Rejecting Reader, Then Regretting It 💔🩵
Losing Your Virginity To 141 + König 💦🩵
141 + LV & König Begging Fem! Reader to Sit On Their Face 💦
Giving 141 Boys Roadhead 💦
Catching 141 + König By Surprise With A Kiss 🩵
141 + König Telling Reader They Hate Them In An Arguement 💔🩵
141 + König Fluff Headcannons 🩵
141 + König Crying In Front Of Reader For First Time 💔🩵
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Massage
Summary: You give Price a massage after he gets back from a particularly hard deployment.
Pairing: John Price x fiancée!reader
Word Count: ~1.5k
Warnings: mentions of injury(nothing too graphic), light sexual mentions, John Price(because let's be honest this man is a warning okay), fluff, 18+ MDNI
A/N: So Price won by a landslide in the poll😂 here's one of the fics I had planned so I hope yall enjoy! I did right this pretty drunk so apologies if it isn't great
Also, I didn't expect so many people to vote so thank you all so much!😭🫶🏼 Requets are also open!! Feel free to send in whatever you want just make sure it follows my blog rules! I've also got a few more fics in my drafts as well :)
***beware of typos(I tried my best to catch them all)
John turned the ignition off and his truck came to a stop. He looked at the house the two of you shared and smiled as he took in the warm glow coming from the window. Before you came into his life the house was cold and dark; he preferred coming home to this rather than the dark windows he used to. John opened the door and stepped out, wincing as he irritated the bruised muscles. This last deployment was harder than most; although everyone made it back alive, and for that he was thankful, going hand-to-hand with a mercenary ended with the mercenary dead but John fell from a metal walkway grate to the ground below. It resulted in a number of bruises, scratches, and a sprained shoulder.
John lifted his duffle bag out of the back seat and thought about how you would fret over the bruises that blemished his skin. You always checked him when he came home to see if he gained any new scars or broken body parts and he found it endearing. He walked slowly toward the door, his sore body preventing him from going faster. He dug in his pocket for his key and slipped it into the lock before stepping inside. “Love I’m home,” He called out, setting his duffle bag down by the door with a sigh of relief to have the weight off of his injured shoulder; he had a brace that kept him from moving his shoulder but it did nothing for the annoying pain of putting weight on it.
“Back here!” He heard your voice coming from the shared bedroom so he toed off his boots and walked down the hallway. He saw soft light coming from the bathroom and when he walked in he saw something that made his breath catch in his throat. You were in the bathtub with your hair loosely pulled back and sipping on a glass of wine, candles casting a warm illuminating glow. It wasn't anything overly sexual but it still made his face flush; here he was nearing forty and you made him feel like a school boy. “Hey love,” he said, taking in the sight of you before bending down and giving you a kiss. “I’m so glad you’re home,” You said, a heavy weight finally lifting off your chest at seeing your fiancée back in one piece. The black brace over his beige shirt was not lost on you but you didn’t say anything as you decided it was not as bad as it could be. “How’s the bath?” John asked. “You could always join me and find out,” You said, taking a sip of the red wine, looking at him over the rim of the glass. “Now how could I say no to that?” He smirked.
He took off the brace that was nothing but uncomfortable before undoing his belt and stripping off his pants. He slipped off his shirt, wincing as his shoulder twinged, and heard you gasp. “John!” You did your once over to ensure he hadn’t come home severely injured when your eyes landed on the bruises that colored his torso. “What the hell happened?” You asked, wincing when you thought about what could’ve caused such bruises. “If I told you that love, you’d be even more frantic,” He chuckled. “Don’t laugh John!” You chastised. John slipped in behind you after stripping completely, groaning at the warm water, and let you rest against him. “I’m sorry love but don’t freak out too much,” He replied. “They really do look worse than they are,” He added, planting a kiss on your head. He felt you relax more, as if you were afraid of hurting him, and he sighed. The weight of you pressed against him was actually comforting and he wrapped his arms around you. “At least you came home to me alive,” You said. “Just like I promised,” John replied, a long sigh leaving his body.
The two of you just sat there for a little while, your thumb absentmindedly grazing John’s arm; grateful to have your fiancée back. You felt him rest his head on your shoulder and his weary body sagged as he relaxed. You shifted and accidentally pressed your weight on one of John’s bruises and he grunted. “I’m sorry babe!” You said, turning around to sit on his lap carefully trying to avoid the purple-ish tender spots. “Don’t worry I’m tougher than I look,” He joked, running his hands along your sides. “You know,” You started, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think I know of a way to make you feel better,” You said in a slow voice. “Oh yeah? I think I’m liking where this is going,” John replied, planting a kiss on your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips. ‘Hmm… I like the way you think but I was actually thinking about a massage,” You said. “Help those aching muscles,” You offered and smiled as he smirked. “Now that’s a good way to welcome a man home,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Why don’t you go lay on the bed and I’ll dry off and get the oil,” You suggested and stepped out of the tub.
You felt John’s hungry eyes on you and you grinned; John always made you feel desirable even on your worst day. You heard the water splash as John stepped out after pulling the plug, dripping water on the floor. You wrapped yourself in a towel and felt him swat your ass, eliciting a squeal out of you as he laughed. “Don’t take too long,” He said. John also grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself, being mindful of his injuries, and pulled on a clean pair of boxers. You emerged from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil and saw John lounging on the bed, his pupils blown wide with lust as he watched your towel clad body. “See something you like?” You teased, before dropping the towel leaving you stark naked and John groaned. “I think you should stay like this all the time,” He said, a bit disappointed when you pulled on a bra and panty set. “I suggest you settle down; you’re not exactly in peak condition for sex,” You chuckled. “Come on turn over,” You said, and waited until he was laying on his stomach, arms relaxed.
You got on top of him and straddled his hips, taking notice of the scratches on his back. There were several silver lines across his body from his several years of military service. You had counted every scar on his body countless times so you could always know when he got new ones. But these scratches were new; red and fresh in contrast to the silver healed scars. You squirted a quarter sized amount of baby oil on your hands, rubbed them together, and pressed your hands firmly on John’s back. Using light pressure you began to knead his shoulders, mindful not to press too hard on his injured one, and firmly moved down to his lower back. “Jesus love,” John groaned. John felt himself further relax as you helped ease his aching muscles. You used your thumbs to press into his lower back and rub in small circles before continuing those small circles all the way up his back to his neck.
You loved feeling his skin underneath your hands; the way his muscles rippled when you touched him and it made you feel good that you were able to give him this attention. You heard grunts and moans as you continued to work on his back and shoulders, slowly massaging away the tension that rested in his muscles. You felt your tough military husband become putty under your hands and you couldn't help but grin. “You know I was thinking,” you said, feeling him tense as you needed a particularly large knot at the base of his neck. “What's that love?” He grunted, his voice slurring slightly as your hands slowly lulled him closer to sleep. “I know we had plans to go to that new French place for dinner but maybe we could stay in tomorrow?” You suggested to him. “Maybe just stay in bed and order takeout,” you continued, applying a little more oil onto your hands and rubbing your hands down his arms as he lazily nodded his head. “Would you like that?” You asked. When you didn’t get a response you looked down at his languid form and realized his breathing had become deeper and he started to snore a little. You smiled and slowly got off his back, careful not to wake him, and pulled the covers over him. “Good night John,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his cheek and turning off the lamp before climbing in bed next to him. You soon fell asleep and slept better than you had in months.
Since I can't decide who to write for next and I've got a couple fics in the works for both of them, I'll let yall decide in my very first poll :)
Couple's Trip
Summary: you and John take a trip for your anniversary and John has a very special question to ask
Pairing: John Price x gf!reader
Words:~ 2.0k
Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst(?), smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it folks :3), MDNI!!
A/N: so this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I finally finished it! Probably the longest fic I’ve written and I’m not sure how I feel about it(I feel like I’m better at writing fluff pieces rather than spicy ones maybe?)but let me know what yall think! I’m working on another Price fic and a Soap fic so stay tuned! :)
A/N: As always likes, reblogs, comments, and feedback of all types are welcome and my inbox is always open! Hope you guys enjoy!!
***beware of typos lol
Your mind wandered as you zipped your suitcase shut. John announced you were taking a trip for your anniversary and refused to tell you where. "You'll find out when we get there love," he said with a laugh after you pestered him to tell you. You walked downstairs and set your suitcase by the front door.
Through no fault of his own John wasn't always around for your anniversary. He always tried his best to to have his leave coincide but it didn't always happen. Usually you just had a nice dinner at home or John would surprise you with flowers; both of which you enjoyed. Needless to say you were shocked but excited when John told you he had a few weeks leave and had something big planned.
"Hey hon, remember to pack your toothbrush this time," you said, doublechecking to make sure you had everything. "You forget it every time," you mused. "I'm not going to forget my toothbrush dove. And I don't forget it every time," Price argued; he checked his suitcase and realized he forgot. He went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush to pack it away without telling you.
"Are you ready love?" Price asked. "I want to get going," You noticed your boyfriend seemed to be acting weird. He was very fidgety and it wasn't like him at all.
"You okay?" You asked. "You seem anxious to get going,"
"Yeah I'm fine love I just want to get there before dark," Price replied, taking the luggage outside. He loaded the suitcases into the back of the car and slipped his hand in his pocket. His fingers brushed against the velvet box resting in his pocket. "Well if we want to get there before dark we should get going," you called out and shut the door behind you, locking up the house.
You noticed the scenery started to change from hilly landscapes to dense woods. You started to get excited about what was at the end of your little road trip. The car turned on to a cobblestone stone driveway that led to a beautiful cabin overlooking a private lake surrounded by trees. "Oh John this is beautiful!" You said, looking out the window. "How did you know about this?" You asked. "An old mate of mine offered to let us use it for the week," he smiled watching you try and take it all in.
"This whole place is for us?" You asked, wondering if you could possibly see everything in just a few days. Price squeezed your thigh. "Just us," he said, parking the car. "Here love," Price stated. He fished in his pocket pulling out a set of keys. "Here's the keys to the cabin. Why don't you go take a look around, while I unload the car" he suggested.
You smiled and took the keys from him walking up to the front steps. You unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The living room was decorated in a way you would expect a cabin to be decorated. A large sofa facing a tv mounted on the wall, a large red rug in the middle of the floor, an end table with a lamp beside the couch, a tv stand, large fireplace, and a chandelier made from antlers adorned the living room. There was also a full kitchen to your right when you walked in.
You made your way to the stairs and found the master bedroom. A king size bed was the centerpiece of the room with a wool blanket draped over the end. The curtains were drawn and a soft light emanated from a lamp sitting on a bedside table.
Your footsteps were hushed by the soft carpet as you walked to the bathroom. The master bathroom was beautifully decorated in finished wood and white accents with a big claw foot tub; definitely big enough for both you and John. A window that faced the lake and woods let in a nice breeze and you couldn't help smiling, the fact it was yours for a few days finally setting in.
You came down the stairs just as John set down the last of your luggage. "So? What do you think?" Price asked, smiling as you wrapped your arms around him. "It's perfect John!” you smiled. "It's so beautiful," you planted a kiss on his lips.
Over the next few days the ring Price carried around burned a hole in his pocket. He tried finding the right time to ask you but everytime he tried he got nervous. He was the Captain of the most elite special forces team in the world and he couldn't even ask you to marry him. He sat at the edge of the dock, his fishing pole in his hands. He looked at the water waiting for a fish to bite and thinking about how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. If only I could just ask her. With a frustrated sigh, he got up to stretch his legs still holding the fishing pole.
These few days seemed like a dream to you. Getting to spend this time with John was something you didn't always get to have. You noticed your boyfriend's behavior was somewhat off. He was anxious and fidgety when he's normally the calm and self-assured one in the relationship. You saw him sitting at the dock fishing and you smiled to yourself. His behavior may have changed but him fishing certainly hadn't.
You opened the front door and started walking down the cobblestone path the sweet air warming your skin. You saw little firefly's glowing in the garden flying around. "Have you caught anything yet?" You asked, siting down in a lawn chair with him standing holding his fishing pole. John glanced over and saw you wearing one of his army green t shirts and a pair of sleep shorts; he felt his heart skip a beat and his cock swell embarassingly hard despite the spirited romp in the sheets a mere few hours prior. For some strange reason, it made his thoughts drift back to the little box still tucked away in his pocket; he carried it with him everywhere since they got here. He still couldn’t believe he had trouble asking you a simple four-worded question. It was almost laughable that something so simple had the Captain racked with anxiety. The man who was feared just as much as he was respected in the field. What if you said no? What if you didn’t actually love him and this was the push you needed to leave him? He grimaced as his thoughts got more and more out of control.
“No I think I missed most of them,” he muttered and turned his attention back to the water. You furrowed your eyebrows; something was up with your boyfriend. Not much fazed the 6’2” Brit so to see him so lost in thought worried you. You got to your feet and wrapped your arms around your lover; your hands dipped underneath the shirt he was wearing and felt the dusting of wiry chest hair. You ran your fingers down the strong expanse of his chest and abdomen following the happy trail that disappears into his waistband. “What’s wrong hon?” You asked. “Nothing is wrong I’m fine love,” He grumbled. “You’ve been acting strange for the past few days and that isn’t like you,” You persisted. "I want to know what’s bothering you. You know you can tell me anything right?” You reassured him. John shifted his attention from the still water to you and tried to think of what to say.
“Do you…still love me?” He asked with uncertainty. “Would I have let you put me in those positions if I didn’t?” You teased, referencing the previous bedroom escapades. Seeing his face didn’t change, you realized he was serious. “Of course I do. Why would you think I don’t?” You asked. “Well…sometimes I can’t help but think you’ll wake up one day and come to your senses and leave me for someone who actually deserves you,” He sighed. It felt foreign to him to talk about his feelings but you made him feel safe enough that he could. You always brought out the best of him and it was one of the many reasons he wanted to marry you. “John Price, I am never going to leave you,” You told him, placing your hands on his muttonchops, framing his face. You hated it when he talked so badly about himself. “I love you so much and you deserve everything,” You said, gazing up at him. “Even if I am a grumpy old man?” He asked. “Yes even though you’re a grumpy old man,” you teased. “Hey! Easy now,” He said in mock annoyance. You placed your lips on his, capturing him in a heated kiss. You felt him kiss you back and the tension from his shoulders melted away. He groaned and pressed your bodies together, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. He chuckled quietly when you whined as he pulled away. “In that case, there’s something I need to ask you,” He slipped his hand into his pocket while dropping down onto one knee. It’s now or never Price. He told himself. Your eyes went wide and filled with tears as you realized what was happening. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked, hoping, no silently begging, for you to say yes. “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you John Price,” you cried.
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“FUCK!” You screamed. The headboard practically hit the wall with each harsh thrust from John. The room was filled with obscene yet erotic sound of panting and skin slapping against skin. “Fuck you’re taking me so well love,” John panted out, taking a glance down to where your cunt practically swallowed his cock. The sight drove him mad and he let out sounds he didn’t know he had in him. Those sounds he was making, the breathy groans and whimpers almost made you come then and there. “Fuck John!” You panted, feeling yourself get closer with every snap of John’s hips that hit perfectly inside you. John could feel you squeezing him like a vice and he knew you were close to coming. He grabbed the head board and pushed your legs to your chest to better plow into you and get as deep as he could into your pulsing cunt. “That’s it love,” He breathed out, his pace unrelenting. “Come for me love, come for me,”. John’s voice sounded strained as he focused on making you come before he did. You keened as you felt yourself go over the edge, coming on John’s cock. You squeezed him so tightly he swore he saw stars and came deep inside you, thick ropes of white staining the inside of your cunt. John rested his forehead against yours, strands of his hair sticking to the sweaty skin. You felt the sheer sheen of perspiration that had covered your own body begin to dry and cool off the longer the two of you stayed in each other’s embrace. "You okay love?” He asked, still out of breath as you both waited for your heart rates to slow. “More than okay,” you smiled lazily. Price gingerly pulled out his softened cock and walked to the bathroom, you admiring his bare ass as he walked away. John used a warm wash cloth to gently clean you up before grabbing a celebratory cigar and lighting it. You watched and admired his naked body as he poured himself a glass of scotch from the decanter sitting on the small table in the room before sliding back into bed with you.
You and John lay slightly tangled in the sheets with your head resting on his chest and his arm around you, relishing in that wonderful, hazy post sex daze. You couldn’t help but stare at the ring on your finger and smile; John was your fiancée and you could hardly believe it. “Careful now or I’ll think you love the ring more than me,” John’s deep baritone voice reverberating in his chest. “Well the ring is pretty great. And all I have is an old man,” you teased, looking up at him knowing he just proved himself to be anything but an old man. Your remark earned you a playful pinch on your ass. You squealed and laughed, swatting his chest playfully.
“Don’t worry Mr. Price I only have eyes for you my love,” You said, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you,"
“I love you too soon-to-be Mrs. Price,”
Tis The Season
Summary: John helps you decorate the house for Christmas
Pairing: John Price x wife!reader
Word Count:
Warnings: none just fluff :)
A/n: here is my first ever fic for our man John Price! I really hope you enjoy this :) if you have any requests please send them my way I love writing for these boys! As always be aware of typos! Feedback is always appreciated :)
John fiddled with the lock on his front door, juggling his duffel bag and the bouquet of flowers he had gotten for you. He slid the key into the lock and heard it click before stepping inside and locking the door behind him. John toed off his shoes knowing you don't like shoes on in the house. He tossed his keys into the bowl by the front door and his duffel bag made a thump as he dropped it by his shoes. He heard soft Christmas music drifting throughout the home you shared and he smiled to himself.
"Love?" He asked, noticing boxes sitting around his living room and his kitchen bar counter. The boxes had labels that read things like "Christmas lights" and "tree ornaments". "Darlin' I'm home," he called out. He heard a thump coming above him and heard you grunting and he made his way to the attic, seeing the ladder down. He saw your face appear over the side and smile down. "John! You weren't supposed to be home yet!" You said. "Yeah I got done early wanted to come home and surprise you," he said, his thick accent rumbling in his chest. "Did you move the boxes down the ladder by yourself?" He asked.
"Yeah I wanted to get it done before you got here. You weren't supposed to be here for another couple of hours Bear," she said and John caught himself smiling at the little term of endearment you had for him. "Okay well I can help you I don't want you to hurt yourself," John said. "No babe it's okay. Why don't you go shower? I've already laid some fresh clothes on the bed for you," you said, coming down the ladder. "Thank you for the flowers they're beautiful," you added, giving him a peck on the cheek before taking them to put them in a vase. He noticed you were wearing his shirt and boxers and smiled, remembering when he was trying to find that shirt before he left.
John stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped securely around his waist. He noticed the fresh clothes his wife had laid out for him and his heart clenched. Even though it was something so small that people would normally not notice, it meant a lot to him. The fact she had even thought ahead to lay clothes out for him made him love you even more. He slipped on the gray t shirt and gray sweat pants before drying his hair. He made his way to the attic once more and saw you struggling to get the tree down from the attic.
John came up behind you and caged you in his arms as he grabbed onto the tree. You inhaled his sandalwood body wash and for a minute you swayed. "Let's get this tree down dove," he said, his lips dangerously close to your ear. You and John walked down the ladder and finally got the large Christmas tree to the ground. "Is there anything else up there?" He asked. "Just a few more boxes," you said. John went back up the ladder to get the boxes that were still left. "Most of that stuff is for outside Bear," you said, taking a pair of scissors to cut open the box the Christmas tree was kept in. "Can you put up the lights and decorations for outside? There's not much," you said, looking over at your husband. "Yes, ma'am," he said, giving you a kiss on your head and started to move the respective boxes outside.
Half an hour later John had the light and front yard decorated and went back inside the house. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. You were focused on fluffing the tree and strategically placing different ornaments on the tree. The fireplace crackled, making the house smell pleasant and warm. You almost seemed to glow in the firelight and he almost lost his breath. Your hair cascaded down your back and his clothes had never looked better on someone. He couldn't believe he ended up with someone as perfect as you.
With all the death and terrible things he's sees everyday, it's hard to believe something so wholesome and wonderful ever found it's way into his life. The first few years you two had been dating he didn't believe you would actually stay. Mission after mission he expected to come back to a cold and empty house; a note on the kitchen table saying you couldn't do this anymore and you couldn't wait for him even though you reassured him you weren't going anywhere. But year after year you stayed and he still couldn't believe it. You noticed him in your peripheral and looked over at him and gave him the most wonderful smile; like he was the most important thing in your life and he didn't think he could fall further in love with you but that smile proved him wrong. "What's wrong Bear?" You asked.
"Nothing love," he said with a smile. "Do you want to help me with the tree?" You asked. "Can't think of anything I'd rather do instead," John said. He walked over and grabbed a couple ornaments to lay on a branch. "John?" "Hmm?" John hummed. "Since we don't have any plans for Christmas except with each other," you started. "Yeah?" John said, glancing over at you. "Why don't we invite the rest of your team?" You suggested. "I don't know love I like using my leave to be rid of them," He joked.
"Oh come on John!" You begged. "It's not like we don't have the space and it would be nice to have some company for the holidays," You said, securing an ornament onto a branch. "And besides, I know you joke about wanting to not be around them but I know you care about them," You added. John sighed and picked up another ornament before looking over at you. "This is something you really want?" He asked and you nodded vigorously.
"Okay then I'll get in touch with them tomorrow," he relented. John knew he could never say no to you; you truly had him wrapped around your finger. You squealed and threw your arms around his neck. "Thank you Bear!" You smiled. "You really are an amazing woman love," John said, planting a kiss on your lips. "Now let's get that star ontop of the tree," he said, giving you the star and picking you up by your waist. "I love you John Price," you said once you square on your feet. "I love you too y/n Price,"
your honor i MUST see captain john price in a “kiss the cook” apron
the 141 and quotes that match them:
childhood girlfriend trope but with simon-ghost-riley. In his eyes you're everything to him and everything for him. you both grew apart years ago when he left for the military, yet you still remember the heartbreak that you had when he showed you a college selection letter? no it certainly wasn't and you were definitely clear that it wasn't a college selection letter after seeing the infamous SAS insignia with the motto 'who dares wins'. you wanted to slap simon square in the face, he was only 19 and so were you; promises you made about moving in together, building a small little family together which were either forgotten by him or abandoned by him. sure you sobbed for a few weeks after he left and maybe hated him for the a few months but after a while you grew tired of it, because if he did care for you and your love he would have atleast sent letters asking about your well being, so you set out to find love within someone else's embrace. and after 15 years, when your husband decides to invite his team over for dinner,now imagine the sheer shock on simon's face when his captain introduces you as his wife.
based on Russian Roulette by Red_clegane
“𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 🚬
Price: *playing with marbles*
Roach: *staring*
Price: .... *Noticed*
Roach: ...my grandpa used to play with these.
Price: marbles, you mean.
Roach: yeah.
Price: hm..
Roach: ... 💧
Price: ...ya know how to play?
Roach: i- sir, no sir.
Price: c'mere.
Roach: ... ❓
Price: i'll teach ya.
Roach: ...❗
Price: Attention now lad, i wont explain twice..
John Price
Just Like Your Novels (Female Reader) (TW: Stalking)
You’re a writer who writes dark romance novels. They’re dark and incredibly depraved. Your real desires are portrayed in your stories. A certain ‘government agent’ takes a liking to you through these books, taking great measures to get your attention and make you his.
Word Count: 7,652 (Full Fic!)
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As you sat at the bar, all alone once again, you took a sip of your third drink. It burned your throat all the way down, warming your belly as it reached the pit of your stomach. Your cheeks were beginning to get warm, surely reddened in your half drunken state. Not having any food in your stomach meant that you could get drunk even faster than you normally would. The noise and laughter within the bar faded into the background as you were consumed by your own thoughts.
He wasn’t coming.
Yet another dumb guy who completely ghosted you, left you alone, once again. All dolled up, you found yourself angry with everything. Him, yourself, the waste of time and effort, the waste of a full face of makeup and the dress you bought just for the occasion. You sat there, wallowing in your own bitterness.
What was the point in even trying anymore?
You tried to tell yourself you were used to it, that it didn't mean a damn thing to you. He was just another nobody. But the pain you feel in your heart is like a wound being repeatedly torn open and made worse with each effort you made to put yourself out there. You were someone who was so full of passion and love to offer, it was so difficult to handle it not being reciprocated over and over again. You felt trapped in this cycle with no way to ever escape.
After all that you had endured in your life, didn’t you deserve something good for once?
Finishing your drink and ordering another, you sighed heavily thinking more about your situation. All the money from your books have given you plenty of opportunities and some nice luxuries, sure. It was great, and you didn’t have to suffer in any aspect financially. Money couldn’t buy you the one, single thing you desired the most though.
The books and stories you wrote were printed pages of the things you desired most. Real romance and excitement. Real intimacy, intense love and desire were things you’d never truly experienced. You wrote about men who craved their women, other people not even being an afterthought to them. Men who would tear down the world and everything in it, just to keep their woman safe and happy. You’d been with plenty of guys, sure. But to feel such intensity and need for someone else, and to have someone crave you just as much.. you wanted that more than anything else in the world. For someone to be obsessed.
Men in the world you were in didn’t crave, didn’t yearn, didn’t understand what desire truly was. You felt as though many of them weren’t even capable of real love. None of them could possibly understand what those words and feelings even meant to a woman like you. You were in a world with hookup culture consuming the world, not a world of true romance and desire. As you shifted in your seat, you crossed your legs the other way, letting your head lay upon your hand as you rested your heavy body against the bar.
“Hey.” You hear a deep, gruff voice coming from behind you, pulling you away from your own mind. He speaks softly, close to your ear so that you can hear him over the clatter of the busy bar. Swirling around in your bar stool, you find an incredibly handsome man standing before you. He wore a beanie on his head, a tight black turtleneck sweater that was stretching across his muscular chest, along with a black coat and jeans. He smiled at you sweetly. The crow’s feet around his eyes crinkled as he smiled. He had a beard and looked to be somewhat older than you. It wasn’t the man who you were supposed to meet, no. It was someone else entirely. “Sorry, hope you don’t mind me bugging you. I saw you sitting here alone and I was curious if I could join you for a drink.” He says, waiting for your permission to sit beside you.
“Sure.” You say, trying to smile through the sadness you were feeling. He was beyond handsome, looked exactly like the type of man you would try to get attention from. “What’s your name, handsome?” You ask him, feeling confident with your dash of liquid courage flowing through your veins. The man grins happily, taking the seat next to you and ordering himself a simple whiskey.
“John Price.” He nods to you, taking his whiskey from the bartender and sipping on it as he looks into your eyes. “Handsome is my middle name though.” He says, chuckling. His comment makes you giggle in response. Without realizing it, you lean closer to him as you rest your elbow on the bar.
“I can certainly believe that.” You admit to him, sipping your drink again. “What made you want to come talk to me?” You ask curiously. His eyes take a very quick glance to your chest before rising back up to meet your gaze.
“Just couldn’t help but notice you. Too pretty to be sitting here alone. And those eyes, my god. How could I not?” His words made you practically feel like you were melting from within. Your smile slowly grows as you are charmed by him completely, almost forgetting all about the date you were supposed to be on.
“You could make a girl fall for you, talking like that.” You tell him, making him smile and raise an eyebrow.
“Maybe that’s the idea, yeah?” He states, his eyes falling to your lips. “Have you considered falling for me yet? Or do I need to keep at it?” You felt yourself laughing again, feeling so much happier than you were moments before. You felt completely giddy as your heart began to race.
“I could certainly consider it. But you can keep at it, just so I can be absolutely sure.” You admit to him. Your eyes dart down to his leg as a tempting thought creeps up into the forefront your mind. The drinks make you feel more brave, giving you the courage to place a hand on his knee. You slowly move it up his thigh, making him inhale sharply.
“Bold, I like that in a woman.” He tells you, placing his hand on your own. Your movements stop on his leg as he lifts your hand to his lips. He kisses the back of it, like a gentleman. His facial hair tickles your skin as he does so.
“Gentlemanly, I like that in a man.” You retort, a smile staying on your face as he holds your hand gently in his. His fingers were rough and calloused, and you found yourself growing curious about him.
“If falling for me is an option on the table, then maybe this night will be better than i expected.” He scoots closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bar stool. “Seriously, what are you doing here, drinking all alone?” He asks you with disbelief. Your smile fades a bit.
“Got stood up.” You admit to him, shrugging your shoulders in defeat. He shook his head, groaning.
“Sounds like an idiot. Guy your age?” He asks, taking another sip of his whiskey. You were still more than aware of him rubbing your hand gently with his thumb as he held it in his own hand. You nodded to confirm. He was the same age as you, but obviously not on the same level of maturity. They never were. John shakes his head once more. “This new generation of boys.. They’re not men, they’re boys.” He confirms how you were feeling before he approached, that men just didn’t act the way that they used to. “Sounds to me like you need an older man in your life that acts like a real man, not a boy.”
“Can’t say I’ve met one who was interested.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders once more. His hand that was holding yours now moved up a bit, caressing the skin on your arm.
“Who says you haven’t now?” He asks. You can feel your cheeks becoming unbearably hot as he spoke to you. While the alcohol helped, you felt yourself becoming increasingly shy for this man. He was smooth, almost too smooth. “Listen, sweetheart.” He begins, leaning even closer to you than he already was. His hand moves further up your arm, sending chills down your spine. “I’ll just get to the point. There’s something I’ve been dying to do since I first laid eyes on you.” John’s hand trails up to your neck, moving to brush a single strand of hair behind your ear. He takes a slow sip from his drink, making eye contact the entire time. "Would you let me?" You nod your head, understanding undoubtedly what he meant. You leaned forward, ready to let his lips meet yours. John’s breath catches in his chest as his lips press against yours. His mouth is firm but gentle. His lips moved slowly and yet confidently, as if you were both following a secret pattern only the two of you knew and understood. His facial hair tickled your soft skin as he groaned a little into the kiss. His tongue gently explores your mouth, caressing your lips and slipping inside before drawing them apart again. He moves slowly, deliberately, as he pours his passion into your shared kiss. He pulls away after a moment, his eyes shining with desire as he stares into your eyes. You were overwhelmed with a craving for more.
"You know..." He murmurs huskily, "That was even better than I imagined it would be.”
“You’re a pretty good kisser.” You tell him, chuckling as you place your hand on his thigh. Leaning closely to him, you expose more of your chest to him as your breasts threaten to fall out of the top of your dress. If he was shooting his shot with you, then you would do the same with him. “What else is that mouth good for besides sweet talking?” You whisper seductively. John’s cheeks turn a fiery red as you whisper in his ear, your hand still resting on his thigh. There was a clear rush of excitement within him at the thought of your words. He leans closer, his eyes fixed on your exposed skin, his voice low and velvety.
"I can think of one or two things.. Maybe even three." He trails a finger across the skin on your knee, teasing you. "Are you sure you want to go there?" He raises an eyebrow, his expression playful.
“I think I’m pretty positive.” You tell him, leaning even closer. Your foreheads were almost touching. “What about you?” Your breath almost caressed his cheek as you spoke.
"I think we both know the answer to that question." He leans in, his lips lingering just inches away from your own. His voice is seductively quiet, his gaze locked onto yours. "I've been wanting this as much as you." His hand slides up your thigh, his fingers brushing along your smooth leg softly. He smiles again, letting his hand linger for a moment as he looks at you. You chuckle as you stand up, offering him your hand.
“My apartment is not far. If you’d like to continue in private.” You offer, hoping he wanted this as much as you did. John’s smirk returns as his gaze trails over your body once again, his eyes locked onto yours.
"I'd love to." He rises, taking your hand and grinning at you, his eyes shining with excitement. He allows you to lead the way, but not before giving you a quick once over, his eyes drinking in every curve of your body.
“Like what you see?” You say as you chuckle, leading him out of the bar and down the street. John’s smirk grows even more as you both leave the bar, hearing all of the voices die down behind you.
"Oh, I like far more than what I see." He follows close beside you as you walk out of the bar, casting his gaze all over your body as he speaks. “What I see is perfection." He leans towards you, allowing his breath across your skin to tease you as much as his words were. "What I feel when my hand brushes over your skin.." He trails a finger across your forearm. "..well, that's otherworldly." You raise an eyebrow, leaning against him as you walk together.
“You are such a charmer, aren’t you?” You question as you lead him to an incredibly nice looking apartment complex. You lead him inside to the lobby, taking him to the elevator. John’s smirk broadens at your compliment, but his face flushes red again as you lead him up to the elevator. He follows you closely as you keep your arm interlocked with his. His gaze continues to drift over your body, his eyes taking in your curves and your features. His lips move close to your ear as the elevator rises towards the desired floor. His voice is a low murmur, making you feel butterflies in your stomach just from the sound of it.
"If you think I'm charming now, just wait." He nudges you playfully.
“I’ll hold you to it.” You say as the doors open. You lead him to your apartment, showing him inside. He’s greeted with your living room, decorated exactly to your liking. The royalties from your books certainly had paid off and allowed you to live quite nicely like this. His eyebrow raises at the sight of the expensive room, his eyes traveling over his surroundings.
"Someone's got expensive taste." His gaze flicks back to you as you teasingly walk down the hallway, beckoning him with your finger. You sway your hips more than you normally would, trying to tempt him even more. His lips twisted into an even more teasing smirk as he followed you, called to your body like it was singing a siren song. He moves towards you, not wanting to waste any time as you enter the bedroom.
“Show me what you got, big guy.” You tell him as he quickly closes the distance between the two of you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him as close to you as possible. He returns your kiss eagerly, his body responding to your touch instantly. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you closer as his lips press harder against yours. Your tongues dance together and intertwine in a sloppy, wet embrace as his other hand slips under the hem of your dress. His fingertips gently rake across your upper thighs. His hand lingers on the delicate swell of your breasts. As the kiss continued to deepen and become more desperate, his movements became increasingly urgent and desperate. You pull back to catch a bit of your breath, grinning at him.
“Oh, you’re good.” You chuckle as you bite your lip, keeping your eyes locked with his.
"And you're incredible." He whispers to you, his eyes locked on yours. He moves to kiss you once again, his hands exploring your soft body. One hand trails up your dress even further, hiking it upward. His fingers grazed across your stomach, trailing across the band of your panties. With a grin, his voice was husky as he spoke.
“On that bed, sweetheart..” It was a gentle command, one that had your heart skipping a beat. “Don’t make me tell you again, gorgeous. Don’t like repeating myself.” He gives you that same gentle smile along with the command, leading you to think there was a darker side to him. It was a magnetic pull within your body, knowing deeper and darker desires were hidden within him. You could feel it, you could see it in his eyes.
"Yes, sir." You say as you comply, biting your lip. You go to the bed, walking backward until the back of your legs come into contact with it. Falling back, John quickly closes the distance between the both of you, his lips finding your neck. His lips trail along your skin, planting light kisses along it before he pulls back to admire the sight of you. John’s hand trails up your body, his fingers gliding over your skin as he leans over you, his head and mouth hovering just above your own.
“Shit, you’re going to be the death of me.” He admits to you. You laugh as you look up at him, leaning into his touch. He slides his hands upward from your panties, slowly sliding your dress up until it reaches your upper body. You lifted yourself enough for him to pull it off and toss it aside. John chuckles at your reaction, his touch becoming slow and deliberate as he carefully removes your bra with ease. His lips find your neck again, nibbling on your skin as his fingers find your nipples. He toys with them ever so lightly, flicking them and giving light pinches that make a heat pool between your legs. You whimper, instinctively trying to squeeze your legs together even though his body was still on top of yours. After a moment, he traces his way back along your jaw, his lips trailing across your ear as he reaches your mouth. His hips shift slightly against yours, adding to the intensity of your exchange. You let out a soft whimper as you feel his hard cock, held back by his pants. You feel it press right against your pussy, making you shiver with delight and need.
“You caused that, beautiful. Now I need that pretty body to fix it.” He tells you, still with that hint of a commanding tone. Sliding your panties down yourself and tossing them aside, you didn’t care anymore how desperate for him you appeared at that moment. He glances down at your exposed body and lets out a low breath as his eyes travel over every inch of you. He can't seem to take his eyes off of your body, your curves so soft and inviting. His own clothes disappear quickly as he removes them himself, impatience overtaking him. You watch and admire his body, seeing how muscular he truly was hidden beneath his clothes. A bit of hair covered his chest and ran down his stomach. He looked absolutely delicious.
“Like what you see?” He asks teasingly, just as you had asked him before.
“Fuck, yes..” You confirm, your eyes raking up and down his body. He was exactly what you needed. He takes a hold of his cock, using it to tease you. It pressed against your thigh before it then pressed against your clit. He rubbed the head on it, causing an involuntary shudder to spread throughout your body. You gasp, biting your lip as you look up at him. The heat pooled between your legs, already giving you a tight feeling deep within your belly. You already needed release. “Tell me that you want me.” You say to him, pulling his face close to yours as he hovers over you. His breath hitches as you speak, your voice sending his heart racing. “I need to hear it.”
"I don't want you..." His voice is hushed, his eyes locked onto yours as he speaks. "I need you." He leans closer, his breath caressing your lips. "I need to have you."
"Good answer." You tell him as you pull him in for a kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him to you. He takes the hint, slowly sliding his throbbing hard cock into you. You groan with pleasure, feeling his cock filling you up inch by aching inch. His lips kiss you eagerly, his mind melting as you begin to moan for him. His lips and tongue explore eagerly, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he begins to slam his hips into yours. He pulls you closer, his hips shifting against yours. He moved in tandem with you, your connection to each other only growing with each thrust. His body gradually becomes covered in a sheen of sweat, and his breathing becomes ragged as he pumps himself into you. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just the passion and intensity of the moment, or perhaps a mixture of both, but you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as he began to use his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. "I'm going to cum, I’m going to cum.." You whimper beneath him. John’s breath catches in his chest as you reach your peak, as he feels you about to clench down around his throbbing cock.
"I know.” He rasps. He can feel your body straining against him now, the rhythm of his movements becoming faster and faster. “Cum for me, beautiful.” He commands you. It's overwhelming, his passion almost primal, almost out of control. It sends you over the edge completely, making you gasp loudly and arch your back up toward him. You clenched around him as your orgasm took you, your whole body convulsing as you gripped the sheets beneath your body. You breathe heavily and shake as you cry out in pleasure, clinging onto his arms tightly. Your nails dug into his kin, making him shiver.
"Good god..” You whimper, shaking beneath him. His body trembles as he watches you climax, your pleasure and release overwhelming him in the same way. He pumps himself into you roughly a few more times. He then cums inside, his cock throbbing as he shoots his seed deep within you.
"Oh, gorgeous.." He breathes heavily, his words escaping him as he rides out his orgasm. He tries to gather himself back together as he looks down at you, covered in sweat. Both of you were breathing heavily, just looking into each other’s eyes. After a moment, he climbs onto the bed and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your body as you sit on top of him. "My god.." He murmurs, his voice low and husky. "That was incredible.." He whispers, his hand trailing over your hips and waist. You rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
“Shit, you're incredible." You chuckle as you trace your finger across his chest. His body shivers as your finger traces across his skin, your touch sending a jolt of pleasure throughout his body.
“I knew it would be good when I laid eyes on you, but.. I didn't know it would be this damn good." He whispers. His other hand gently holds your head against his shoulder, the weight of your body relaxing him after such an intense experience. He sighs softly as he runs his fingers through your hair, enjoying the intimate moment you were sharing. "I could get used to this."
"Me too." You chuckle as you rest on him for a bit. There was a strange bit of contentment and calm in this moment as you both just enjoyed each other's presence. You stay silent for a while before speaking up again. "Hey…”
“Hm? What’s on that brilliant mind of yours?” John asked you. Brilliant? You raised an eyebrow before brushing it off as a simple compliment.
“Would you like to stay here tonight and maybe head out for some breakfast together in the morning?" You ask him, hoping he would take your invitation for a date. "I want to get to know you better." Your heart leaped as you asked the question, worried that he only viewed you as a simple one night stand.
"Of course, gorgeous." His words are quick and eager. The heat and intensity of your passion was exciting beyond explanation, but there's something else that drew you to him even more. More than you realized. "I'd love to spend some time getting to know you better.” You smiled happily, still leaning on his shoulder with a wave of contentment and joy washing over you. You felt as if there were more to John than he let on, and you wanted to find out what it was.
"You seem interesting. And we can clearly have fun together." You chuckle. John’s body relaxes as you cuddle close to him, his eyes fluttering closed. The rush of emotions and energy he felt with you were incredible, but there was indeed something else drawing him to you. Something unexpected. He opens his eyes and looks at you, smiling slightly. His voice is quiet, his tone gentle as he speaks.
"You know, gorgeous... I don't usually do things like this. But I'm glad I did. You seem special.” He admits, admiring your face and the way your eyes sparkled as you looked at him.
"I don't usually do this either. I planned on just having some drinks and coming back here." You say as you sigh happily. "I'm glad you came to flirt with me.” John’s cheeks flush with your words, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"Same here.” He sighs, his voice growing even more hushed. "I'll admit, I had no idea what to expect tonight after our mission, but meeting you.. This is just what I needed."
"Your mission?" You ask him, curious as you trace your finger over his chest. "You're, what, in the military?" John pauses, considering whether to explain everything to you. After a moment, he leans in closer, his voice quiet and hushed.
"The short version of the answer, is that I work for the government." His grip tightens slightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as his eyes locked onto yours. "I’m part of an elite squad, our missions..” He smiles a bit. "Sometimes, we do things most people would only do in their wildest dreams.” He breathes in deeply, sighing. "What do you do, beautiful?"
"I knew there was something different about you." You say, happy to have your suspicions confirmed. "That's certainly intriguing. I'm actually a writer." You say softly. “I write books. Probably doesn’t sound as exciting as going on a military mission.” John’s eyebrows rise with apparent surprise as you tell him that you’re a writer. His voice is still soft, but it shifts to a more teasing tone as he responds.
"Did I inspire your next chapter tonight? Or is there more to come?" He smirks, his eyes locking onto your own. "Maybe I could be a character in one of your books."
"You certainly could be. I do write dark romance novels." You chuckle as you trace one of your fingers over one of his muscular arms. "Handsome and mysterious man who works for the government meets a sweet girl at a bar who got stood up by a date and takes her home for the night.. that could be a good book." John smiles broadly at your tease, his eyes shutting as his body responds to your touch. “Could go in a ton of different directions.”
"Sounds like it could be quite the thrilling story." He chuckles and leans into your touch before he speaks. "I only fear what the writer will have happen to us in the end." His voice is low, his tone hinting at something hidden beneath his words. "How many dark mysteries does this little writer unravel to the reader before the story ends?"
"I don't know. I guess I'll have to see." You tell him. Something tightened in your chest. You felt a pit in your stomach, despite the fact that you didn’t feel that pit before. "You're hiding more, aren't you?" You ask him. Had you put yourself in a dangerous situation? Going home with a complete stranger like this? John’s expression shifts again as your words land in his mind, his eyes taking in your body as he considers his next words carefully. His expression is hard to read, but a small smile comes across his face as he speaks slowly.
"Maybe you want to know all about me and what I do.. But then again, it could just make the mystery all the more hot for you if you never know..” He teases you. He was right, and you knew it. Him being dangerous, mysterious and unknown to you only fueled the fire and desire you had for him. It only intensified your attraction.
"God, you're sexy." You say as you look at him. "Something about you is so enticing. I can't get enough.” Your words make his gaze intensify as he shifts his body slightly against yours.
"And this sexy government worker has been attracted to you from the first moment he saw you." His voice becomes low, hushed and intimate. "He couldn't take his eyes off you and had to come over and see if you were up for some fun." He leans in again, whispering directly into your ear. “And you certainly were.”
"And I still am." You whisper in his ear, chuckling as you run your hand down his stomach. "The little book writer wants more of that sexy government worker in my story..” You admit to him. His eyes shut at the sensation of your hand on his stomach, his breath quickening at the feeling of your touch. Your tone is playful, yet your words are filled with so much desire.
"I like your idea of that story. Sounds like some more chapters are in order." He whispers, his tone teasing. John shifts to hold you a little closer, his own hand beginning to slide down your stomach.
"Give me more to write about.." You tease him, pulling him into a passionate kiss as his hand trails between your legs once again. He finds your clit once more with ease, rubbing small circles on it as you moan into the kiss. His lips press forcefully against yours, his breathing quickening as he explores the curves of your body with his other hand. His small circles over your clit send electricity throughout your body, making you whimper in desperation for him.
"Give me more of you.." His voice is low, his words husky and heavy, filled with desire.
"I'll give you however much you want, whatever you want.." You tease as you reach down and take his cock into your hand without hesitation. You slowly sit yourself back down on him, taking his cock into your hole once more. You both sigh in pleasure as you take him deep within you. His hips meet your movement, his breath hitching as you rest down.
"Oh, I'll take it." He responds with a smirk as he reaches up to hold your face. "And I'll give you as much as you want..” He pulls your body close, his lips once again meeting yours, his other hand holding your waist and helping you bounce up and down on his cock.
"Christ, you're so sexy." You whimper to him, his breath hitching once again as you begin to bounce faster and faster. "Your words are like something from one of my books.." You remark as you continue bouncing on his cock. "Are you really real? Are you one of my fantasies made real?" John smiles at you as he watches you bounce, helping you to move on top of him with his hands on your hips. His body moved with yours, the pace growing more aggressive as time quickened on. His breath comes out in soft gasps, his tone still hushed and quiet.
"Maybe I'm one of those fantasies.. Maybe I'm a figment of your imagination.. Or maybe I'm real, and everything that's happening right now is as true as it could possibly be.” He lets his words hang in the air as he kisses you passionately, his arms wrapping around you tightly.
"You're a living fantasy that I've only written about.." You whimper softly as you begin to move faster against him. Your head was in the clouds, your heart was fluttering, your stomach full of butterflies. He really was real. His breath hitches in his throat again as you increase your pace. His movements are quick to match the intensity and heat of the moment rising along with your tempo. He gasps in between kisses, his grunts quiet and husky as he shifts to match your movement.
"God.." He whimpers. "Don't stop.. Don't ever stop, beautiful..” His words encourage you all over again, making you move even faster against him. You wanted nothing more than to hear more and more of his enticing words. John’s body shivers in pleasure, his voice becoming raspy and heavy as he responds. "Fuck.." He groans. "You're incredible..” He lets his words hang once again as he kisses you passionately, his touch growing more and more frantic as he responds to your movements.
"Come undone for me." You tell him softly as you move on top of him. He bites his lips as he feels your words in his ears. His body reacts immediately, his movements growing increasingly erratic. He lets out a low moan, his voice suddenly ragged and hoarse.
"God, gorgeous.. Yes.." The intensity of the moment is overwhelming. His hips pump up into you frantically, his hands holding you tightly. "Yes.." He lets out another groan, leaning into your body. "Just.. Don't stop..” You continue your wild hip movements just as he wanted, pressing your forehead to his to watch him unravel beneath you.
"Let it go. Come undone. Let it out for me." His voice becomes a heavy, husky murmur as you continue your hard and fast pace. His body responds with a wild abandon, his hips moving up into yours frantically and his face flushed with desire.
"Please.. You.. I'm losing myself.." His hips shift rapidly. He can't hold it back anymore. It's too much. "You... God, you're going to make me..." He barely manages to speak as he lets out another groan. His groans halt as his body begins to shudder. You look deeply into his eyes as you feel him come undone. You happily watch as he shivers and shakes, smiling to yourself proudly.
"Yeah, that's it handsome..” You say softly, your legs growing tired as you struggle to keep holding yourself up.
"God.. princess.” The sound of that nickname leaves his lips with a groan, his hips slamming against yours in a final thrust before he trembles. A long moan escapes his lips, his body tense and trembling. He cums deep within you again, his seed filling you even more than you already were. His cock pulsates within you as you milk every bit of cum that you can. You clench around him tightly, pulling every little drop from his cock possible. For a moment, he doesn't speak as he tries to catch his breath.
"Fuck me.." His voice is almost hoarse. "You are incredible.” He shifts his hips a bit and keeps his cock inside of you, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to gather himself. He lets out a deep breath as a soft smile spreads across his lips. You giggle as you stay in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder again.
"Glad I could make you feel so good." His arm wraps around your back, clinging onto you tightly. He lets out a content sigh as he embraces you.
"Just.. God, that was.." He trails off, his words a mess as he tries to recover. "That was.. Amazing," He finally gets out. His soft gaze rests on your eyes as he speaks. "You're amazing."
"You're amazing." You retort. "I'm just a writer. But you.." You say, chuckling. "An incredibly sexy government agent with so many secrets who's good in bed? Are you sure you didn't come straight out of one of my books?" You joke with him, playfully tapping his nose with your finger. His smile returns at your words.
"Who knows?" His tone is teasing, not taking your question seriously for even a moment. "You never know what your characters will get up to when you're not looking." He smirks. His words make you laugh as you kiss his cheek softly. It was like you had finally manifested your true desires after all these years of yearning for it, of writing about it.
“I really want to know more about you, John. We only met tonight but.. god, the way you make me feel. It's incredible." He looks at you as you speak, his smile soft and genuine.
“The way you make me feel..” He pauses before he speaks, considering your words carefully. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me, gorgeous.." He says with an almost shy tone. "I'm an open book, if you want it." A pause. "But I’d hate to ruin this wonderful mystery for the book writer." He smirks playfully, patting your hip with his hand.
"Then I'll learn over time." You say as you smile at him. "You still want to get some breakfast with me in the morning, don't you?" He nods immediately.
“I would love nothing more. But there’s one little question I’ve been meaning to ask.” He admits. You nod, waiting to answer him. “Why exactly were you still at the bar? I know you got stood up, but.. How long were you waiting there?”
“I..” You begin to speak but your face drops a bit. "He was supposed to be there by eight. I was there until you showed up." You admit. "I've been single for a long time. Everyone always just stops talking to me or leaves my life without a word. Uses me, takes advantage of me.. So maybe I was just hoping he would still show up." He wraps both arms around you, embracing you sweetly as if he were trying his best to comfort you away from that line of thinking.
“Maybe he did you a favor. He certainly did me a favor. He missed out on a good night with an incredible woman.” He smiles at you warmly. It was hard not to smile back. "Don't let that make you feel any less about yourself." He tilts your chin upwards, making eye contact with you. "He didn't know what he was missing..”
"I think he did do me a favor. I got to meet you." You say as you look into his eyes. He could see how much it melted you when he tilted your chin upward. You lean into his touch every passing moment just making you need and want more of him. "You're too good to be real." You say, smiling a bit.
"If you say so. But I can assure you that I'm real." John’s other hand runs along your waistline, his fingers tracing the outline of your body once again. In the soft light of the bedroom of the glow coming from the city lights just outside the window, there's an undeniable sense of romance and passion between the two of you.
“Why were you at the bar then?” You ask, curious.
“Unwinding after a long mission.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Hopefully I helped you unwind.” You say, winking at him playfully. He nods his head in agreement. You hold each other for a while, admiring the glow of the city lights flooding the room. “I’m excited to get to know you more, government agent.” You tease him.
“And I you, sexy little author.” He chuckles as you kiss his lips once more. “You know..” He begins, his voice turning a bit darker than it was before. "Those sweet, sexy words of yours made for the perfect seduction." You stop dead in your tracks. The mood between you both immediately shifted into something more sinister.
“What..?” You say, looking into his eyes. His eyes have completely changed into something darker. Something deeper than simple flirtation and desire. You think for a moment before pulling back and looking at him. "Wait a second.. Do you know who I am? You made it sound like you read one of my books to seduce me.” His eyes trail your body once again, his fingers tracing along your stomach and chest. You remembered in that moment.. He never asked for your name. Not once.
"I mean, I’ve read many of the chapters you've written.” He admits, tracing your curves. John pauses for a moment. “You want to hear the truth?” You nod slowly as you watch his fingers tracing your body. You felt excitement flooding your mind at the thought of this man going through all of this just to seduce you. "I read one of your books, princess. Several of them, in fact." He looks at you with a serious and almost.. depraved expression. "And I saw a woman who captured every ounce of my attention on page after page. A woman with desires that matched my own, a rare treasure." He takes a moment to look away, his face growing a little sad as his tone takes on a hint of shame. "Maybe it was wrong of me.. But.." He pauses. He takes a deep breath once again and meets your eyes again. "I wanted to learn more about you. I wanted to know if you were the woman you portrayed in your books.” You find yourself dumbfounded, unsure of how you should feel. You knew it was wrong, but something about it was so fucking exciting.
“How did you know I’d be at the bar? Using your government worker privileges?” You ask, trying to piece every little detail together.
“Honestly, gorgeous.. I’ve been watching you for a while. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but.. I’ve been watching where you go. Who you see. I’ve watched you sleep from the window.” He admits, looking across the building to another tall building that he must have been watching you from. “You look gorgeous pleasuring yourself at night. Do you know that?” He smiles, eyeing you up and down with desire.
“You watched me touch myself?” You ask him. It was wrong, everything about it was wrong.. So why were you so excited at the thought of this?
“I did. Loved it when you’d put yourself ass up and use that machine to fuck yourself. Gave me the perfect view of everything.” He admitted, watching your expression. You looked toward the building across the street again. He pointed to the corner most room on the right. “That room right there. Perfect view.” You looked at him, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your veins.
“How long?” You ask.
“Long time, gorgeous.” He smiles with that sweet smile, as if nothing he said would have been so wrong to anyone who heard it outside of this room. You sat there for the longest time, unsure of how to respond or what to do about the situation.
“So.. am I like the women in my books?” You ask, looking into his dark eyes. You were unable to come up with anything else to say or ask him.
“The woman I fell for when I read your books, is exactly the woman who sits in this bed with me tonight.” He tells you. “Because I know you want this, just like I do.”
"John.." You whisper. "You know exactly what I write. You know how dark my romance novels can be. Stalking, lying, deception and deceit. You know the type of men I like." You say as you look into his eyes, your own darkening with desire. "You're exactly the type of man I want. You stalked me and lied to me to get me into bed. You used my books just to find the right words to say to seduce me. I've never been so excited in my life." You admit to him, putting all of your dark desires into the opening. It’s not like he didn’t already know. John freezes as your own body language becomes more confident and assertive. He can't help but smile as he watches you lean in closely and whisper your darkest desires to him like this.
"In your books, the men play with their women, using them as mere toys for their own pleasure. Even though the woman loves it.." He pauses, a small grin grows on his face. "But that's not what I'm going to do to you. That’s not all I want.”
“I know exactly what you want with me.” You tell him, all of the filthy words you spewed onto the pages of your books flooding your mind again. You knew your own depraved mind better than anyone else, after all.
“Oh you do? What do you think I want, then?” He asks, watching you closely and squinting his eyes.
“I can feel it. I know which book you used to seduce me." You say as you trail a finger down his chest. "You want to keep me as a little pet. A little plaything that you can love and use for pleasure. Don't you?" You ask him, reminding him of the exact book he had used to seduce you. “You.. you want me to stay locked away here in my apartment, ready for your use at any time.” He takes a deep breath as you speak. You’ve definitely hit the nail on the head with your response.
"Princess..” He leans in closer, his voice a little bit more serious as he speaks. "The reason I found you, why I stalked you, why I.. Did everything that I did tonight..” He pauses for a moment. "Was so I could have EXACTLY what you're describing.. You as my plaything.. Mine to use however I see fit..” He lets out a soft and husky laugh. “I want complete control of you.”
“Christ..” You shiver as you cling onto him even tighter. “I’ve never been so excited in my life.” You admit, showing the full view of your truest desires. He chuckles darkly, his eyes looking deeply into yours with a hint of sadistic enjoyment.
"I think I'm going to enjoy making you mine, beautiful."
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