Hi Ghostly-Thorn, if it's not annoying to ask but if their any chance you'll continue the 'Rose Shadow' fic on Ao3. If not then I'll stop responding completely; I really like how its going.
Hey,
It's been a while. I'm sorry I didn't give news, but i was caught up with work and life in general.
I'm not outrightly denying the possibility of going back to the fic, but for the time being I don't see it happening. My focus has shifted towards Severus Snape as of now and I spend my whole days imagining scenarios faster than I can write them 🫠
If you're interested, here is the link to the new fanfic I'm writing. It's bathed in the same fashion: songfic and cinematography
Thank you for showing care. It's greatly appreciated
This is only a small snippet of the upcoming chapter releasing soon! I haven’t updated since January so I wanted to at least reveal the beginning of the next chapter. For recap, Yan was taken by the League of Villains after the raid against the Wild Wild Pussycats. I highly suggest rereading after the full chapter is released since I’ll be rewriting all of the chapters! Happy reading and stay tuned! 🥰
You stirred, eyelids fluttering open to a haze of sterile gray. Your muscles refused to obey, weighed down by something heavier than sleep itself. As your senses caught up to your breath, you felt it: fingers, slipping from your hair as if they’d been tangled there a moment too long.
Gone before you could move.
Across from you, a figure sits, his scarred face cast in shadows.
All for One.
Your fingers flexed. No restraints. No lights.
You shift instinctively, and a dull throb crawls down your abdomen.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” All For One murmurs. There’s no threat in his words, yet something about his certainty makes it impossible to ignore.
Slowly, unwillingly, your gaze lowers.
A deep, jagged wound gapes across your abdomen, dark red soaking through the torn fabric of your hero uniform. The raw edges of flesh sends a sickening pulse of heat through you.
A sharp inhale stutters past your lips, your body trembling as the pain unfurls along every nerve, and strangled gasp escapes before you can stop it.
Across from you, All For One remains eerily composed, his posture unnervingly relaxed. “I did what was necessary,” he says, nonchalantly. “Your fox spirit is… resilient. Annoyingly so. I couldn’t have it interfering, so I gave it something else to focus on.”
You don’t answer. You take a breath, biting back the pain as you gradually push yourself upright. He doesn’t stop you. He watches.
“I suppose I should be glad, in a way. You, without meaning to, have drawn All Might closer. Closer than I’ve managed in years.”
There’s no joy in his tone. No satisfaction.
You blink, your brow slightly furrowing as his words hang oddly in the air.
“But tell me, how is All Might? Still holding on to what little strength he has left? Or are you doing all the heavy lifting now?”
You glare, jaw clenched, silence is your shield.
“I see that you’ve been trained carefully under him…” All For One hums. “You two have been more than just student and mentor during your rise as a Pro Hero. You saw the headlines I presume. So many whispered theories. So many assumptions. Yet no confirmation. A pity.”
You shift uncomfortably but carefully, visibly fighting back your tears. His voice is too knowing, too… indulgent.
“Even behind closed doors? No title? No clarity?” He chuckles softly. “Sounds lonely.”
The urge to speak claws at your throat, but you don’t dare let a word slip. Not when even a breath out of place could give All For One the upper hand against All Might.
You’d rather die out than risk putting him in danger.
Again.
All For One exhales slowly, almost disappointed. “Still keeping your lips sealed?” he murmurs, leaning back just enough to let the silence stretch.
“Very well.” His voice cuts through,
“Let’s talk about Eraserhead.”
Your stomach twists.
“I’ll admit,” he says, tilting his head thoughtfully, “I didn’t expect him to be involved. He doesn’t exactly strike me as the sentimental type… let alone someone capable of romance.”
You tense. It’s a subtle reaction, but enough for him to catch. His grin spreads slowly.
“But it’s not just recent, is it?” he presses. “I dug deeper. Your U.A. records, the school grounds footage… you both aren’t just classmates, but something… closer. Puppy love? Or did you just feel pity for the poor boy?”
A quiet chuckle escapes him as he watches you wrestle with the urge to deny, your brows pulled tight and your lip caught between your teeth.
“But then came Garvey, didn’t it?”
Your fists clench against your sides, jaw locked so tight it hurts.
“Such a tragedy,” he says, tone mockingly mournful. “I sent out Garvey for Eraserhead, you know. Not the boy who got in the way.”
Your breath falters.
“One simple cloud, one foolish act of self-sacrifice, left him reduced to rubble while your dear Eraserhead stood helpless in the aftermath.”
A blink.
One blink was all it took for your pupils to narrow into slits, golden eyes burning like wildfire behind a storm. For a heartbeat, the pain in your body evaporates, burned away by something primal, something clawing and ancient rises through your bones.
The next second, you lunge.
Like a blur of light, you break free, hurling yourself at him, the wound on your side tearing further with the force of it. You don’t feel it. You don’t feel anything except fury. Your fingers curl like claws, ready to rip the smug off his face.
But just before you strike…
…you feel it.
Something in your chest twists. A magnetic pull, deep and primal, as though your body is hungry. Not for blood. Not for revenge.
For power.
His power.
“Oh, there it is,” he breathes, “There you are.”
But his glee flickers, just slightly.
He senses it.
The drain.
The tug of every quirk embedded in him, inching toward your open hand.
With a grunt, he slams his hand to the floor and releases a tremor of force. A pulse of a paralyzing quirk explodes beneath you, short circuiting your nerves.
Your body jerks, then collapses off him.
He rises slowly, brushing dust from his shoulders like he hadn’t just been nearly stripped bare.
“You could’ve taken everything,” he murmurs, half to himself. “Fascinating.”
You’re on the floor, gasping. The colored light from Kitsune flickers weakly inside.
You can barely lift your head as he approaches, boots echoing slowly against the floor.
“But you’re a lucky girl… having two of the strongest heroes…so willing to bleed for you.”
He smiles, slow and unreadable.
“Whether you meant to or not… you’ve got them both wrapped so tightly, it almost makes my job easier.”
A sharp snap of fingers.
And darkness claims you.
Chapter 1 (I beg you to please wait until you see *v2* in the title to read the rewritten version 😭)
After stripping away your Champion title and freedom in Alola due to your parent’s sacrifice gone awry, you and your younger sister embark on a new life in Galar, the only region untouched by Team Rocket. Amidst all the challenges, you unexpectedly reunite with your long-lost love.
Tags: Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Loss of virginity, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Loss of Parent(s), False Identity, shield needs more love, I aint writing y/n lol
Chapter 1 (ao3 ver)
Chapter 2 (ao3 ver)
Chapter 3 (ao3 ver)
Chapter 4 (ao3 ver)
Chapter 5 (ao3 ver)
Chapter 6 (<- on ao3)
Chapter 7 (tumblr is not letting paste, check ao3 or scroll through!)
Fractured Bonds
My Hero Academia: Toshinori x Reader (oc) x Aizawa
(This is not a poly fic)
Status: ongoing
Your time working alongside All Might was cut short due to his devastating injury and Sir Nighteye’s grim warning of the resurgence of All For One brought you no choice but to part ways with your lover for the greater good.
Upon your return, you took up a new role as UA’s next nurse, under the guidance of Recovery Girl. Yet, as you re-entered the lives of your old friends and stepped back into the growing conflict with the League of Villains, your past, connections, and the secrets buried deep within you would challenge you resolve and ultimately shape your destiny.
Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Love Triangles, Childhood lovers, Coworkers to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Loss of Virginity, Night Terrors, Second Chances, Not Beta Read, Heavy Angst, I ain’t writing y/n lol, not a poly fic.
Riding the unit 141 in the car? Owww how would that be? 😻
Just in case I’m over 18’!
Nhhfghfg this is so hot,, thank u for requesting this *mwah* i now sincerely want to write a fully-fledged fic of the price one omg
NSFW Content Below!
AFAB!Reader
Simon "Ghost" Riley
You and Ghost share a few things in common; one of them being a short temper. You're bickering back and forth in his car after a social gathering as you can't help but feel jealous over how some of the ladies interacted with him. He's attractive, you know this, but you can't help but be possessive.
Whilst it can be frustrating, sometimes a streak of overprotective jealousy can be like dousing gasoline into the fire that is Ghost's already present arousal.
You don't make it out of the car park lot of the restaurant before you decide to take him and slip your hand underneath the waistband of his trousers to get a fistful of his half-hard shaft. He coughs thickly in his lustful disbelief but shuffles out of his trousers to enable you better access.
Thank God for tinted windows
His fingers are be bruising on your skin. He always falls apart quickly when you take control; he can't help his stuttering hips, his seething, teeth-clenching groans, the flex of his jaw, or constrained whimpers when you suck purple marks into his neck.
"Who's cock is this?"
"Fuuuckin hell. All yours, love."
It's messy, lewd, and disgusting. His lap is wrecked with your shared fluids quite promptly after you start riding him with vigour. He'll meet you with the same force, and loves when you make him take a taste.
He'll cum inside of you and be in post-orgasm bliss when you yank your underwear back over your abused cunt.
His hands are shaky on the wheel when finally starts driving again, but he'll get you home quickly with a roaring engine for a second round so that he can properly ruin you.
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Johnny has an extremely high sex drive and responds very quickly and sensitively to your teasing touches of his thigh when he's trying to focus on driving.
The final straw will be when he watches you touch yourself. His knuckles are white from his tight grip on the wheel, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on the road. He'll moan with appreciation if you decide to reach over and stroke your wet fingers across his tongue and lips.
Johnny pulls over somewhere dark and private, like a quiet car park, or he might even pick the driveway of your shared house. He's too desperate to wait, and you know exactly what he wants when he pulls the seat adjustment lever and scoots backwards.
"C'mon then, hen. Have at it."
The sex is quick, and rough. Johnny guides you through most of the motions, bearing your weight so that your legs don't dig uncomfortably into the awkwardly placed buckles and hard bumpy parts of the car.
He's extremely vocal and praising.
"Steamin' Jesus, I don't know what I did to deserve you."
He also verbally chants you toward your orgasm, trying his hardest to hold back on his own climax. When he's about to cum, he warns you and tries to stall your movements with heavy hands so that he doesn't end up spilling his load inside of you.
You ignore his warning in your lust-drunk haze, bouncing on him with wild fevour as you milk him dry. His pants and gasps of pleasure alongside the mixed heat of your exerted bodies have made the windows foggy.
You'll both stay linked when you're finished, in complete post-orgasmic euphoria.
John Price
John likes to take you on long drives, usually to take you to hiking routes, cross-country road trips, or, like tonight, to show you one of his favourite sunset views.
It's romantic and sensual. The car is parked, soft rock music plays on the mixtape he made for you, and you throw your bare feet over his lap. He massages your ankles and heels mindlessly as he pulls from his cigar.
The mood shifts when he stares at you, coyly, and offers you a drag. His expression is dark and heady when you exhale the foggy smoke in his direction, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.
Daringly, you return his cigar and pull your panties off, slowly. He'll watch you the entire time and groan devilishly when you drop your underwear in his lap. You lean over and make out for a while, lavishing in the acrid, smokey taste on one another tongues.
Lots of heavy petting and mutual masturbation before you eventually ride him, unable to stay away from one another.
"Fuckin' succubus," he moans, still dragging from his cigar though nearly choking on the mouthful of smoke from the sheer bliss. It's slow and decadent, including lots of eye contact. "That's it, love. Just like that."
Ensures that even though this is one of the least intimate places to have sex that you achieve orgasm. You're tingly with shivers of pleasure pulsing from your cunt to your toes.
You're fucked out and exerted by the end of it. You're stuffed full of his cum, dozing in and out of sleep in the passenger seat when he drives you home.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
When it's too cold to smoke outside and you don't want to stink the house out, you and Gaz will sneak into his car for a hotboxing session.
Some strains of weed can make you sleepy, lazy, and hungry... but sometimes, especially when you're with Kyle, it makes you horny, sensitive and needy.
Gaz gently strokes his fingers over the delicate skin of your inner thigh when he cleans off the last of the burning roach. He'll only need to glance over at you with his half-lidded eyes for you to understand what he wants.
Your bones and limbs feel so heavy that you might melt through him when you're clamped on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. His arms encircle your waist and back, holding you close whilst you buck slowly on top of him.
You're unhurried and lazy with it; grinding down into him. He's far too high and blissful to thrust up into you and simply throws his head back into the car seat, eyes closed, mouth slack, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.
"So fucking good. So wet. Shit."
Slow, languid, sloppy kisses. Breaking away only to moan or curse. The car is misty with smoke and sex. His hands are stroking all over you, your back, your stomach, your tits. He can't get enough of you.
My personal HC is that I'm the newbie of the team (Corpman [medic] and sniper). Most of the time, I act as support given my other duties. After the events of Ghost Team, TF 141 is captured and tortured by Graves momentarily (Los Vaqueros will break them out) but not until Graves, erm... r@pes my OC. Shit goes down and she's also injured and therefore not present for the Countdown mission (when they stop Hassan). A month later she's on the recovery but still has PTSD. Price and her hook it up then, but take things slow
Now to my ask. Several months after Hassan was killed, Price and my OC are living a secret affair (hidden even from the boys, and especially Laswell and Norris!). But see, Soap notices a hickey on her and she denies it. So the scottish boy undergoes investigations to find out who's the lucky lad. At first he thinks it's Ghost and he's like "Ey mate, cheers on hitting it with x". But Simon is confused, because it isn't him. And it certainly isn't Gaz or Price (right?!). So the boys try to find out, and for weeks, my OC tries to twart them off
When it doesn't work, she turns to König (who is her best friend, and also platonic soulmate). Everyone's been kinda shipping them since they both speak german and get along well. I like to think that König scares people with his height (even though he's really bashfull), but my OC is the one to unwind him
So, could I get my OC asking König (in german, but you don't have to write it obviously) to pretend to be her boyfriend. and he gets all flustered. she holds his hand, and explains she has to do this to get them off her back. Also, i like to think he gives her sweet german nicknames like Maus (mouse), Liebling (Darling), Schatzli (little treasure, this one is swiss lol)
btw you're a queen. good luck with your studies <3
Price x Oc/reader
I shouldn’t write fanfics- I’m terrible at it … (oh and thank you !!)
Oh, and I’m sorry for my German- if there’s something wrong please let me know!!!!
TW
Not directly mentioning of r@pe but it happened to the “reader/OC”, PTSD, no mentioning of body parts but reader uses she/her,hers pron
Months had passed since you had gone through your personal hell, but the memories still hunted you and every single time you closed your eyes, you could feel him, you could smell him, you could hear his filthy voice rasping dirty shit in your ear, that pain you felt, the burning in your muscles. Everything. It was still there and no matter what you did, it just didn’t disappeared.
You had to force yourself back into reality when Soap and Gaz asked you if you were alright cause you snapped out of the conversation when soap accidentally mention his name, which you responded with a quick yes.
But you were in fact not, but that weren’t their problem, not something they should have to deal with.
“Excuse me for a moment” is all you say before you leave the boys behind.
You don’t know how, but you end up in front of your captain’s office, not an unfamiliar place if you want to be honest to yourself. You found yourself quite often here in the couple of months, especially at night.
You don’t even have to knock, before you hear your captains voice demanding you to step inside.
He doesn’t even have to look up from his paperwork, to know who just stepped inside his office.
“Look who just found her way into my office, how did I get the honor that you visit me at such an hour sweetheart?” His voice is rough, his office’s smells like his favorite cigars and himself. It’s enough to ease your mind, and to relax yourself enough to feel comfortable to sit yourself on his couch.
“You had a flashback, didn’t you darling” it wasn’t even a question, he knew that you had ‘em, he knew that you cried yourself to sleep, that you washed your body with almost burning hot water everyday to get rid of the feelings of his hands. His eyes met yours as you forced yourself to look at him.
His face may not seemed to care, but his eyes did and it didn’t took him ten seconds for him to get to you, kneeling in front of you, asking if its okay for you that he takes your hand. He was always so careful, even before it happened to you, but after that, it seemed he even got more carefully than ever before.
It’s his hand that makes your heart skip a beat as he gently strokes over your hand with his tumb, not saying a single word while you stare at his hand.
“ If you need a time out you just have to tell me and don’t say you don’t need it, you know I wasn’t happy that you came back to us just two weeks after that… I can take my time off too, so that you don’t have to be alone” his voice is gentle, he almost whispers his voice and no matter how gentle they are it somehow hurts you.
You don’t want time off, you don’t want to be alone with your thoughts, in the field you can at least get your mind on something else.
“You know I don’t want that…”
You can hear him sigh, before he stands up to lay his hand on your head. “I knew you would say that…. That’s why I made sure that you have someone with you you trust, that I trust and that speaks your language”
It takes you a couple of seconds to really understands what he means. “He should arrive any minute, I guess in hangar two, you should say hello to our lovely king ”
“King?” You ask. What does he mean with king you don’t know a ki- “ König! You mean König, don’t you !?” His innocent grin is enough to make you jump up from the couch, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before running out of his office like a roadrunner.
A couple of weeks had passed since your best friend arrived at your base and soap made his way trough every single soldier, asking them if they were your secret little affair. It made you giggle to know that ghost was the first subject of Soaps little mission, out of all, it was ghost he thought you would have more than a friendship with.
You even tried to gaslight him into thinking he was your secret affair… he thought about it, but he couldn’t remember anything, especially not giving you a hickey.
You’re leaning against König as you watched soap practically staring at you both, you knew you wouldn’t get away with it, not before that child in a mans body had what he wanted. Answers on your secret boyfriend.
So you came up with a plan, and since König and you were able to speak in a language nobody else but you two could, you didn’t even need to leave to plan your little plan.
"König mein Schatz, was hälst du davon dich wie mein Freund zu benehmen?” (König Darling, what do you think about acting like your my boyfriend) His eyes met yours in seconds, you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was red as a cherry under that mask “Du willst dass ich dein Freund spiele? Dein Freund bringt mich um…” (You want me to play your boyfriend? Your boyfriend is going to kill me)
“Mach dir darüber keine Sorgen” (don’t worry about it)
So with a plan you both only have to play along.
It first starts with you holding his hand while you walk around the base, then you also hold it while you both eat, then his nicknames for you start.
“Mausi, could you please pass me the salt?”
“Nein Schatz, that doesn’t taste good, don’t eat it”
Or while training.
He has you pinned down, while soap, price, ghost and Gaz watches you both fighting.
“Ich bin sowas von tot ” (I’m so dead)
You may not had seen the staring from your boyfriend, but König definitely felt it, he knew that he was in great danger.
But your little plan worked, as Soap was now sure that you and König are dating, which ended his annoying questioning.
.
.
.
.
.
You’re standing in front of your best friend, looking up to him while he stares down, petting your head like your a dog.
“Es war schön, dich hier zu haben, mein Freund, ich hoffe, wir sehen uns bald”
(It was nice to have you here my friend, I hope we see us soon )
“Ich fand es auch schön hier zu sein ” (I also liked being here)
He leaves before you can answer him, knowing he wouldn’t come to visit you in quite a time, but maybe you would see each other in the field.
“So your boyfriend left us, hmm.” You can feel strong arms warping themself around your waist, gently pulling you to a warm chest. "Seems like it” you hum in response. " but we don’t want you to be lonely at night, don’t we my Schatz” his accent destroys the mood that had tense up between you too, only for him to mumble a few slurs.
(I’m going with my usual style haha, sorry for that)
- So you now sitting on his bed, him standing between your legs while he has his fingers under your chin, lifting it up so he can look into your eyes
- his thumb gently stroking over your lip as he scans every single pore of your face
- in his eyes your holy
- “you don’t know how much it angered me to see you with him”
- you can’t but grin over his jealousy
- he’s cute when he’s jealous, especially when he doesn’t have too
- you know Königs wife, she’s just as cute as an angel, even allowed him to play your boyfriend for a couple of weeks
- his eyes meet yours as he growls about that it’s not funny
- gently pressing you on the mattress
- asking you if it’s okay if he shows you how much he wants you
- how much he wants to be inside of you
- to show you how much he wants to breed to
- to mark you as his own
- so that nobody would ever say that they belong to you
- to show soap and Gaz that they were wrong
- to make you his wife
- this night everyone will know that König as in fact not your boyfriend
- but you also disturbed soap , Gaz and even ghost with it
- cause well- who forgot to look the door?
- no no ofc it wasn’t price, how could you think that
- price office wasn’t the best place to fuck… for price it was cause know nobody would dare to say something again
A/N: there is a criminal lack of fics for this man. Send tweet
Genre: fluff, smut
Warnings: fem!reader (she/her), oral (f.receiving), sir/captain kink (?), john loves thighs, unprotected sex, rough sex but also soft
Summary: finally back after a long time away, John shows his wife how much he missed her
“Feels so good to be waking up next to you again, my love” she sighed as she traced her hand down his hairy chest. She loved all his hair. It always drove her crazy which is why he would never get rid of it. He was like a big fluffy bear.
“It does” his voice was lower and rougher from sleep. He hadn’t slept so well in a very long time “feels good to be sleeping in a bed again. Especially next to the most beautiful woman in the world”
“Clearly you’re in the wrong bed then” she giggled.
“Oh no” he shook his head and rolled on top of her “I’m right where I want to be” he smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“I’ve missed you, Johnny”
“I missed you too, (Y/N). Every second I’m not with you is torture. But I’m back now. For a whole month. And I’m going to make it the best month of your life” he kissed her again and trailed his lips down her neck . “Starting with this”
He pulled the covers over head and moved between her legs. “Captain” she gasped.
“Shhh, love. Let your Captain take good care of you sweetheart” his thick strong hands ran over the skin of her thighs. “God, I missed this. Missed these beautiful thighs. So soft” he hummed as he kissed and sucked at the flesh.
“Johnny~” she dipped her hands under the covers and threaded her fingers through his thick hair. He hummed and continued to make out with her thighs. He really did love her thighs. He was absolutely obsessed with them. Always had been, since the very first day he saw them, touch them. He loved to touch them, to kiss them, to lay on them. He loved to love them.
With every kiss he grew closer and closer to her throbbing core. She was desperate for his mouth. No one had ever been able to eat her out like he could. He made her head spin with the slightest touch. He had her coming within seconds. He made her come over and over again.
He hooked his fingers into the waist band of her panties and slid them down her legs. She saw his hand poke out from under the duvet and drop her underwear to the floor. She giggled a little but that was cut short when she felt his beard brush against the folds of her pussy. “Missed this pretty kitty too” he grumbled. “Did you miss me too?” He whispered. She could never get over the fact that he spoke to her pussy. But it made her so hot.
John pressed his lips to her clit in a gentle kiss before shoving his tongue between her folds and lapping up her wetness. Her blunt nails dug into his scalp and tugged at his hair as he ate her out. Her thighs pressed against his head and he groaned.
He loved it.
He hooked his arms around her legs to push them harder against his head. His tongue was wild yet precise in licking her pussy. He knew just where to lick to get her thighs to quiver around his head. He knew just where to lick to get her pussy gushing in his mouth so he could drink in the sweetest liquid he had been missing for a while.
His tongue circled her throbbing clit and his beard scratched deliciously against her thighs. She threw her head backwards, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she let out a loud groan of his name. An unexpected orgasm washing over her, making her back arch off the bed.
“Coming already, sweetheart? Didn’t realise you were so deprived of my touch” he hummed. He did get a bit cocky when he made her come quickly. But she was never in the frame of mind to argue with him…which only made him more cocky. He pressed a light kiss to her clit and moved from out under the covers to look down at her blissful face.
“Look at your pretty face” he pushed a piece of hair away from her face “missed this too”
“Captain” she whimpered “will you fuck me…sir?”
He let out a low laugh that made her shiver. “Since you asked so nicely” he pushed her legs apart and pulled off his boxers and threw them to the side. Her heart was thrumming in anticipation of finally feeling his long, hard dick inside her again after so long. She needed it.
She bit down on her bottom lip when she felt his fat head press against her soaked pussy. “So wet” he muttered. “Can just-“ he was cut off by his own groan and he pushed himself inside her “slide in”.
The captain grunted as her walls pulsed around his cock. “Don’t want to hold back, sweetheart”
“Then don’t. I want it. It’s been too long, Johnny. Please…”
“You know the safe word?”
“Yes. I know it” she assured him.
He dipped his head and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips before thrusting himself in and out of her, setting a hard and fast pace.
“Yes!” She almost screamed “like that Captain! Please more!”
He adjusted himself and grabbed her hands and held them firmly above her head. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her with the months of pent up frustration from being away from her for so long.
“You feel so fucking good, love. Always so fucking tight around my cock. Such a perfect little kitty”
She could do nothing but babble out moans and whimpers. “And who does this perfect pussy belong to?”
“Y-fuck” his dick curved and hit that perfect spot inside her that had her screaming and grabbing at him. Her body heating up and her pussy getting wetter by the second.
“Answer me” he ordered her.
“You! You Captain! You Johnny! My pussy is yours! All yours!”
“You’re fuckin’ right it is!” He growled and slammed himself into her over and over again. Her walls squeezed around his cock.
“You gonna come?”
“Yes! Want to come. Can I come? Please Captain”
“Come with me sweetheart. Come with me. I want to feel you come around my cock again. Want you to fuckin’ soak me like you do”
Her nails dug into the backs of his hands and her heels dug into his lower back. Her pussy clamped around his cock as she came around him, soaking him like he asked.
“That’s it” he praised “good fuckin’ girl. Good. Fuckin’. Girl.” He punctuated the last three words with hard thirsts into her before letting out a broken moan and coming in thick ropes inside her.
He painted and collapsed onto her chest. “Fuck” he breathed. She pulled her hands from his and buried them into his hair.
“You’re so good to me, Johnny”
“You’re better” he sighed “I love you so much”
“I love you too. And I’m looking forwards to our month together”
Warnings: NSFW (obviously) in the form of graphic descriptions of many smut scenarios with a F!Reader in mind with our lovely captain price.
If you’re triggered by smut, or graphic sexual content please do not read as I cover a wide basis of scenarios here including but not limited to oral and penetrative sex, self pleasuring and porn - look after yourselves.
NO minors!
Minors do not interact | read the warnings before you read
A = Aftercare
He’s more vocal than physical. He’s not going to rush around grabbing you paracetamol, or a glass of water to pass the post coitus haze - he never wants to be pushy or overbearing.
But he’d guide you, softly and sweetly in that post-sex exhausted gruff.
He’d prop you up, reminding you to pee because you’d mentioned once or twice about it being important, but as usual you just lay there…too cockdrunk to remember your own advice.
“Sweetheart” he’d hum, sitting up to press his bare back against the headboard. You’d uh-huh, still savoring the memory of absolute fullness and the feeling of electric sensitivity across your pussy.
“Come on then” he’d sign, pushing himself off of the bed and coming round to your side, extending a hand to pull you up off the bed and into the bathroom.
B = Body Part (only doing on him)
His beard. It’s hair, so it’s a body part I guess. The man spends hours grooming that thing, and the sheer amount of money he pours into keeping it soft and tangle-free for you. After all, he loves burrowing himself between your legs for hours - so he needs to make sure it’s comfortable for you.
C = Cum
Price is big into creampies, oh my, he wants to see you crammed full of him, dripping and seeping out of you as if he’s filled you to the brim.
“Fuck” he mumbles, watching as he oozes out of you and soaks the bedsheet below. Your pussy is red, engorged and well-fucked.
He also has a thing for you swallowing him, in whatever dosage he wants. Sometimes it’s all, sometimes it’s a little.
He swipes a finger along your opening, coating his finger in himself before bringing it to your parted, panting lips. He dips his finger into your mouth, finding no resistance, rubbing his cum around your gums as you swallow it down obediently, “good girl.”
D = Dirty Secret
You have an understanding that porn is OK in your relationship. Video, voice or writing. But, Price only ever watches porn where the girl looks like you, he’ll never tell you that but it’s pretty much the only way he’ll get into a video.
E = Experience
Price is experienced, but not in the way of having bedded hundreds of women. He’s a relationship or at least committed kind of man. His last relationship was long-term, and he doesn’t care for one night stands. He enjoys getting to know every inch of his partner, memorizing their pleasure spots and finding new ways to bring them to their high.
He often starts by running a curious finger across your nipples, slipping so quickly over them that it could have been an accident. He brings his finger back, rubbing delicate circles around the hardened flesh.
“John” you moan, he knows it’s your sweet spot. Your GO button. You’re putty in his hands.
F = Favorite Position
He loves putting you down on your back, hoisting your legs up onto his chest so your feet dangle from his shoulders.
Here, he has the best view of everything he wants in the world.
Your face, laid back against the mattress contorted in pleasure as he fingers your wet opening. Your tits, free from your bra and bouncing ever so slightly with every thrust of his fingertips. Your pussy, engulfing his fingers as he curls them inside of you.
It’s the perfect angle for him to pump fully into you, sucking and biting ever so lightly down on your calf and ankle whenever it becomes too much for him.
From there, when he fills you up, it goes straight to your cervix, and into your womb. Nothing wasted.
G = Goofy
No goofiness here. He’s serious. You’re the love of his life and he wants to make sure he fulfills you’re every expectation of him.
You want to be fucked? He’ll fuck you until you’re screaming his name, gripping the bedsheets as you feel his palm gripping the hair right against your scalp.
You want to make love? He’ll take his sweet time honoring your body, especially your perfect pussy. He’ll kiss you deeply and look at you as he folds himself into you, fitting perfectly together as he holds your hands in his above your head. Every thrust comes with a kiss.
H = Hair
It’s hair to him, but he still takes pride in it. It’s maintained, trimmed and washed. He expects the same from you, maybe you even sometimes do grooming nights together, bonding over how his pubes are different shade to yours.
I = Intimacy
He’ll be whatever you want him to be, but he’s in his element when he’s being completely and utterly old fashioned and romantic.
He wants the dinner, taking you out to a restaurant in a dress you’d tried on in the store for him, in lingerie he picked out for you. He wants the flirting, shooting dirty little comments back and forth to one another as the waiter tries to guess if you’re on your first date or not.
He wants to drive you home, crack open a bottle of wine and follow you upstairs, undressing you with his eyes before his hands. He wants the build-up of fiery passion, the heated kisses and exploration of each others clothed bodies before the fall into ecstasy.
“I fucking love you” he’d whisper into a kiss, moaning as his hands come up under your dress and run over the lingerie.
J = Jack off
Loves to touch himself in the shower, hidden amongst the steam as he remembers you moaning his name. He’s very turned on by sounds, that’s how he remembers you best. And there’s something about the sound of water falling from the shower head onto the floor below, that sets him off.
The moaning, the steam, the slipperiness of his hand as he gropes himself.
Other than that, he’s not above having a fiddle at himself to get some sleep as a last resort.
K = Kink
Breeding kink ok we get it he’s daddy vibes
Definitely has a “pretend we are strangers and I’ll pick you up in a bar” fantasy he wants to try out with you. He wants to meet you in a new city, in a trendy bar and just charm you. Before taking you up to his room and fucking you dirty.
You’d go out to the museums the next day.
L = Location
He loves to pull over on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere between your house and a restaurant and clamber onto the backseats of his car.
He’ll get you on top of him, ripping your clothes away from your body as he cuddles you into him, and presses him into you. He loves the way your moans fog the windows, and how his car would smell of your cum for a few days afterwards.
When he’s away on a mission, driving alone around backroads as he often does, he’ll remember those times fondly. Maybe stopping somewhere to take care of the growing bulge in his trousers, arising from the memory of you.
M = Motivation
One of his biggest turn on’s is the way you look at him, eyes full of innocent adoration. With eyes like that, he knew you were craving him. His nickname for you is doe eyes.
His love language is words of affirmation, so whenever you begin to shower him with sweet little nothings in his ear, voice as sweet as a peach, he knows how the rest of the day will go.
N = No
He wouldn’t be into bringing others into your sex life. He’s fine with porn, and toys but a threesome or beyond is something he wouldn’t be comfortable with. Seeing you with other person, he would be too frightful for your safety, one misplaced hand or too hard a thrust and he’d explode, plus, he would be too critical of their…way with you.
He knows he gives it to you best.
O = Oral
He absolutely adores giving you oral. He could spend hours down there, licking and sucking on you. There’s something about being buried between your legs with your opening only visible to him, within his complete control that he relishes.
Your little moans and tremors as he flicks his tongue against your clit are all the prompting he needs to take you right then and there. But being down there was the perfect circumstance to edge himself, how long could he taste you, hear you and breathe you before he succumbed to rutting himself into you?
He enjoys receiving oral, especially when he’s stood up and you’re on your knees looking up at him whilst you struggle around the size of his cock. He can’t last very long like this however, it’s a 5 minute position otherwise he’ll cum.
P = Pace
He’ll follow whatever pace you beg of him, but almost always falls into a slow and sensual pace. Especially if he’s in a position like the one mentioned earlier, your full pussy on display to him.
He wants to see your pussy swallow his cock as he thrusts slowly into you, the sensation of seeing what he feels is everything to him, and he wants to drag it out as long as he can.
Q = Quickie
He frequently makes any excuse to get you into his office for a quick 15 minute debrief, or should we call it de-dress?
He’ll have you bent over his desk in a matter of minutes, spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can watch you take him from doggy position.
His receptionist is grateful whenever you arrive, she’s always given a 15 minute break!
R = Risk
He’s willing to be risky, but you’ve had to reach him that. Before you, he wouldn’t have dared to do even half of the things you two do on a daily basis.
Now, he’s a risk taker. His new favorite thing is to send you videos of him touching himself in his office, as you work down the hall or across the city in a busy office. He loves sending you filthy pictures of his cock, red and begging for your lips.
Oh, and he loves getting them back. He’ll sit, in a briefing and open up the folder he has of all of your holes, and the objects that have been put in them. His favorite, a picture of you dripping in his cum as his cock sits at your entrance.
He’s unsure if someone has seen him looking at them, but someone definitely has.
S = Stamina
Your Captain is most definitely a one and done man, unless he finishes very quickly when you get him too addicted to the feeling of your lips around him. Then he’ll focus his attention on you until he’s ready to go again.
He’s lasting a good 45 minutes if all goes to plan, he’s a master in edging himself and overcoming his urges to prolong any time he gets to tangle himself up with you.
T = Toys
He’s not a fan of using toys on himself, although you did buy each other sex toy advent calendars one year, and now he has a plethora of them sitting in a bag somewhere.
He does however, love using them on you. His favourite is a wand vibrator, he loves how you squeal and tremble when he pushes it up against your clit as he fucks you. It also feels great against his cock as he pulls free from you, giving him a gentle purr before he plunges back in again.
U = Unfair
He doesn’t see it as teasing, but more body worship. You of course, feel he’s terrible unfair and rotten with his prolonged, sensual teasing.
He adores running his hands over your body, especially when he shouldn’t be. He’ll undress you with his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip as he lingers on your covered pussy. He’ll message you, the most filthy little promises of what he’s going to do to you later.
It’s nonstop with him.
V = Volume
He’s not loud, he prefers to focus his moans and grunts into your ear in a hushed manner. He knows you find his gruff Captain’s voice irresistible, and he wants you to hear every ouch of his pleasure.
He loves you being loud, but nothing over the top. He made sure you knew early on that you didn’t need to fake or overreact to any of his touches, if something wasn’t working he’d fix it.
W = Wild Card
Absolutely would wear men’s lingerie, nothing crazy but a pair of lacy panties? Oh yeah.
X= X-ray
This man has a thick cock. Like, the girth is unreal. It’s not even the biggest of the 141 at a whopping seven inches. The girth stretches you open in the best ways.
Y = Yearning
Since meeting you, it’s been a lot higher than it has been before in his life. He gets excited thinking about it, and you’ve opened up new fantasies for him.
He wants you intimately at least daily.
Z = Zzz
Not fast to fall asleep afterwards, he finds the after-sex hour or so to be incredibly intimate and erotic. Something about basking in the sex-sweat filled air is like a drug to him. He wants to watch you regain your senses next to him, as he contemplates lighting a cigar.
headcanons for Price x pregnant S/O? look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t have a breeding kink preferably both SFW/NSFW but you can just do SFW :D
you guys are making me feral for this man and im not mad about it. u sent this ask at the right mf time @grimmr0se bc its broody szn for me rn
(i got a lil carried away writing the nsfw stuff whoops)
he can breed me any day good grief he is so hot
NSFW below the cut!
John Price x Pregnant F!Reader
SFW
Very doting partner - you will not be lifting a finger for the next nine months, best believe that
Will wake up for you at 3AM just to run to the 24/7 shops and grab the particular food you're craving
He'll even cut down on how much meat he cooks in the house since he knows the smell triggers your nausea
There's nothing this man hasn't seen, so he's not grossed out by you if you vomit
He will sit with you and pet your hair to help ride you through the especially bad bouts of morning sickness
No cigars. He'll drop them during your pregnancy out of respect for you not being able to indulge in smoking/drinking etc.
Will take pictures of your scans with him if he needs to leave to go on duty, and he'll share the images with the lads TM, and look at them to remind him what he's got waiting for him back home
He's a handyman and will decorate the nursery and build the furniture by himself. All you need to do is sit there and look pretty whilst you read the instructions
Foot and back massages, hot water bottles, bubble baths, cooked meals, trust that this man will treat you like a queen
NSFW
Pregnancy hormones have made your libido fly through the roof, so those same massages typically lead to sex (he is well aware of this fact and uses it to his advantage)
Seriously, you could easily shag him four times a day if you both had the time and energy for it
"Insatiable little thing, aren't you?"
"Christ, darlin', you want me to put another baby in you?"
"Ah, shit, you take my cum so well."
"Look at you, sweetheart. So pretty when you're all full of me."
"You're all mine, ain't that right, darlin'?"
Don't even get me started on when you walk in on him, building the crib, slightly sweaty, lookin' all manly and shit hnfghnhnhfnhg
He's also very verbal about being turned on by the bump on your stomach
Looooooves when you ride him and press your naked torsos together. He's an absolute fucking sucker for intimacy
Your swollen breasts are a juicy bonus, and he will certainly be paying them more attention, which is mutually beneficial because the sensitivity of your nipples drives you crazy
However, his temperament has considerably softened since you became pregnant
He's tender, gentle, and loving. He'll hold you close and kiss you when he fucks you, slow and deep. You can feel every drag and stroke and swear you've never been wetter.
John is more concerned for your well-being and will check in with you often verbally.
"Is this alright? Use your words, love."
"You need me to stop, darlin', just say the word."
Think caresses, soft strokes of his thumb on your skin,
Will press kisses to your stomach before going down on you
Holds your stomach when you have sex
Continues to cum inside you, and will hold it in with his fingers.
The sight of his cum oozing out of you, however, keeps him hard as a rock.
Round two, anyone?
Bonus!
Expect a positive pregnancy test six weeks after giving birth.
yeah i'm gonna hear you out on this one
also how cute is my new MDNI banner made by @dream0fschism
NSFW below the cut!
John Price x F!Reader
John didn't often get jealous. He was possessive. You were in big trouble.
John's fingers were milk-white, discoloured from his strong grip. One hand curled over the steering wheel and the other grabbed bruisingly at the soft, plush meat of your thigh under the confines of your loose skirt. The pads of his fingers were coarse and rough as they stroked threateningly at the warm junction of flesh between your leg and the seam of your panties.
Like the shot of burning whiskey, hot arousal slithered down your stomach and pulsed in your cunt from the proximity of his teasing touches. Your breath hitched when he thumbed against the dampened material of your underwear, providing only minimal pressure but enough to relieve your achingly untouched pussy of some pain.
"This what you wanted, hm?" He asked, voice gruff and low as he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road.
"Uh-huh."
"And you think you could get any better from those muppets?"
You nearly draw blood from how hard you bite down on your lower lip, stunned into silence when he pushes aside the cloth to slide a finger through your soaked folds.
"Someone younger, maybe? Less experience?"
He dragged a delicious, molten stripe over your cunt and hummed in approval of your wetness. His wrist must ache from the awkward angle, but he didn't show any signs of letting up. John Price was not a quitter.
John's other hand gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Talk to me, sweetheart."
"No," you murmured breathlessly, your voice half-choked by the sensation of him massaging the swollen nub of your clitoris. Your pussy fluttered against him, akin to that of a strong, beating heart. Every breath you squeezed into your lungs felt like pure smoke.
"No, hmm?" He responded, before dipping his finger lower and pressing it through into the spongy, inviting walls of your drenched sex. "Christ, darlin', you're soaked. You reckon Johnny or Simon could have you like this?"
You rutted against his hand, desperate to chase the filling sensation of his warm, large fingers pumping in and out of you.
"Oi," John said, shooting a sparing glance in your direction.
Your hands clawed at the seat beneath you, desperate to feel and grab at something to maintain you, to ground you in the midst of your mind-swimming arousal. It was like being doused in alcohol and igniting the match.
"No- no, they couldn't," you uttered, your thighs squeezing together instinctively.
"None of that now," John scolded, pressing your legs apart with a firm push. A flash of pleasure ripped down from your stomach to your cunt in response to his demanding behaviour. You lifted your hips, but he pressed them back down. "Don't be greedy, love."
He rewarded you with two fingers, however, and they slid easily through your velvety entrance. He indulged slowly in your pussy, massaging and thrusting against your pooling slick until the thrum of the car engine purred quietly in comparison to the sound of your crude wetness. You'd certainly be leaving a damp spot on the leather car seat, but you were so horny that shame was a distant emotion.
"Hm, yeah..." John pondered to himself. "They wouldn't have a clue what to do with you, love. Could you imagine it?" He flashed you a quick look. "You can tell they wanted you, wouldn't stop bloody ogling you at the restaurant."
You clenched around his fingers and chewed on the sleeve of your cardigan in heated humiliation. He'd noticed your reaction, felt the clutch of your cunt around his knuckles, and with a glance you realise his gaze had hardened.
"You liked it, didn't you? Oh, you're fuckin' filthy, sweetheart," John growled, and the car roared as he pressed harder on the accelerator. "I'd like to see them fuckin' try."
His fingers retreated from your hole to circle your engorged clit. You heaved, panted, and your face burned. White-hot fireworks ignited in your nerves.
"John, I'm close-"
He pulled his hand away, and gently petted your thigh. You stared at him in horror, your knees crossing to relieve the angry, wound-like throb of your abandoned, dripping pussy. A smirk teased underneath the tickle of his wiry moustache. He did this on purpose. Between his two fingers, a filament of your fluids hung like a string of web, and he lapped them up with a flick of his tongue.
"Be a good girl for me, sweetheart, and then we'll see what happens."
Are you still taking requests for Price fics??? Can I please get a fluff/smut with him and a reader who has insecurities about her body
I most definitely am!! Thank you so much for requesting!! The beginning turned out sadder than planned, so I’m sorry about that. Also, this isn’t my best work; I’m not sure why but my brain wasn’t braining when I was trying to write this so the quality is slightly off.
Marked Beauty
Synopsis: When Price catches her looking in the mirror for longer than usual, he can immediately tell something is wrong. When she voices her insecurities, he makes it his mission to show her just how beautiful she is.
Pairing: John Price x Female!Wife!Reader (I’m sorry, I’m a sucker for husband Price)
Genre: Fluff & Smut. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD
Warnings: Insecurities, dislike of one's body, Mention of stretch marks, scars, and cellulite, body worship, smut, description of male and female bodies, description of male and female genitalia, cunnilingus, fingering, penetrative sex, p in v, soft sex, creampie, use of ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’ (let me know if I missed anything)
Note: There is no mention of body weight or size in this fic. The reader is not described as having a specific body type - stretch marks and cellulite is something anyone can get no matter their size.
Word Count: 4.5k
General Masterlist COD:MWII Masterlist
GIF not mine (Boobies 😍)
He could tell something was wrong the moment she stepped in front of the mirror to brush her teeth. The way her eyes raked over her own body made his chest ache; there was a certain hatred in them, and he would even go as far as say she looked disgusted.
Feeling his heart break piece by piece, he stood up from where he sat on the bed and stopped in the threshold of the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. She didn’t even notice his presence, too focused on judging every inch of herself. He approached her the moment she spat the toothpaste in the sink, his arms immediately moving to wrap around her torso and pulling her close against him.
She let out a small sigh when he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, and placed her hands atop his, enjoying the feeling of his warm chest pressing against her back. She almost smiled, but the moment she looked into the mirror again, her face turned blank.
“What’s wrong?” he muttered against her skin, his beard tickling her neck.
She exhaled sharply, internally scolding herself for allowing him to see through her. “Nothing’s wrong,” she sent him a small smile, “Go to bed, I’ll join you in a sec, alright?”
He shook his head and pulled himself up to stare into her eyes through the mirror. He said her name softly, his gruff voice barely above a whisper as he continued, “Please talk to me.”
She looked to the side and away from his concerned gaze, “I’m fine,” she told him.
But John didn’t believe her. He turned her around in his arms and placed his hand on her cheek, angling her face so their eyes would lock, “Sweetheart, we’ve been together far too long for me to believe that.”
He watched as her eyes glazed over, and she quickly hung her head to look at the ground; she refused to let him see her this way. To see her broken and on the verge of tears.
“Hey,” he attempted to lift her head back up, but she refused.
It was when she let out a choked sob, and when he felt her hot tears wet his fingertips that he brought her closer towards him. His palm cradled the back of her head as he pressed her cheek against his shoulder, his other hand reaching to rub comforting circles on her back. Her own hands grabbed onto his shirt and cramped it between her fingers as quiet whimpers left her lips.
“Shh-shh-shh,” he tried to comfort her, placing a loving kiss against her head as he swayed them from side to side. She clung onto him like her life depended on it, quiet apologies leaving her lips when she felt her tears soaking through his shirt. He could only shake his head in response and assure her it was okay, that she had nothing to be sorry for.
Once she began to calm down – her sobs ceasing and tears drying on her skin – he pulled away, cupping her cheeks in his calloused hands to look at her. The whites of her eyes were a faint red, and her face was slightly puffy from crying.
“Talk to me?” he whispered, his eyes begging her to tell him what was wrong - what he could do to help.
Hesitantly, she nodded, and the moment she did he felt like he could breathe again. He pressed his hand against the small of her back and led her back to their bedroom, where they both sat on the edge of the soft bed. His hands reached for hers and he held them, gently rubbing his thumb against her skin.
“John,” she managed to whisper, and he hummed, urging her to continue, “Do you still find me attractive?”
The question alone took him aback, but it was the seriousness in her tone that made him freeze. His brows knit together, and his eyes looked more concerned than before as he leaned forward. He searched her face for something, perhaps because a part of him wished this was all just a really bad joke.
“’Course I do,” he stated in disbelief, “What makes you think I don’t?”
She shrugged, her eyes gazing down at their intertwined fingers, “I just-” she let out a deep sigh, “I don’t know.”
“Hey,” he moved off the bed and crouched down in front of her, keeping his hands on top of hers as he looked into her eyes, “You can tell me.”
She looked more tired from this angle. The way the shadows fell on her face made her look as though she hadn’t slept in weeks. The frown that pulled on her lips didn’t make it any better, only showing how truly devastated she looked.
His mind began to work on overdrive. Had he said something to her? Did he do something without realising? Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe someone said something nasty to her, and now she couldn’t get their words out of her head.
It was as though she could hear the thoughts that ran through his head. She shook her head at him and let out a small breath, “I just... I don’t feel-” she groaned, placing her hands on her face, “Whenever I look at myself all I can see is flaws, and sometimes I’m scared that one day it will be all you’ll start seeing, too.”
He couldn’t believe his own ears. He couldn’t believe she thought of herself that way, that she saw herself that way. His chest felt heavy as he moved to sit beside her and placed a comforting hand on the small of her back.
“Did someone say something to you?” he questioned; his voice gentle as he spoke.
“No.” she assured him, “No, no-one said anything, and don’t worry, you didn’t do anything either. It’s me – I just don’t like the way I look. Honestly, I don’t know what you see in me, John.”
He hummed, taking her words in and digesting them before he opened his mouth, “D’you want to know what I see?”
She swallowed thickly, “What?”
“Definitely not the flaws you’re seeing, love,” he attempted to lighten her mood. “I’m not even sure what ‘flaws’ you’re thinking of. All I can see is my beautiful, beautiful wife.”
Despite the awful thoughts still plaguing her mind, she couldn’t help but become bashful at his words. She could feel the heat on her cheeks, and hated herself for lifting the corners of her mouth into a small smile.
“There you are,” he said as though he hadn’t seen her in months. He quickly turned serious, a hand pressing against her cheek to turn her face in his direction, “You’ll always be beautiful to me,” he said her name with so much love, she could feel her heart swell, “Even when we’re both old, wrinkly and complaining about back pain. I love you, and that’s never going to change.”
“You already complain about your back pain,” she pointed out as her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.
“See, we’re already half way there,” he laughed, “If you ever feel like this again, you tell me, alright?” she nodded into his shoulder, “I can’t have you feeling like this.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “For worrying you.”
“I’m your husband,” he chuckled, pulling away from her, “It’s my job to worry, yeah?”
She snorted at that, and he couldn’t help but grin at her reaction. With a small laugh of his own, he pressed his lips against hers and used his thumbs to wipe away the dry tears from her cheeks. The kiss started off sweet and gentle, their soft lips melting against one another in the slow dance. But it eventually turned more passionate – more lustful – as he pressed his lips harder against hers, hands beginning to wander down from her hips.
They pulled away to catch their breaths, their foreheads pressing together in a loving gesture. “Can I show you just how beautiful you are to me?” he asked.
She knew what he meant by this, and she didn’t even have to think about her answer. She nodded, a small ‘yeah’ leaving her lips as she pressed them against his once again. This kiss was short and sweet and he smiled when they moved apart.
Placing his hands on her hips, he guided her along the bed to rest her head on the fluffy pillows. He hovered above her, hand resting by her head as he leaned down to kiss her once again. His tongue entered her mouth, and the quiet mewl that left her when their tongues met had his body turning hot. They explored one another as if it was their first time doing so; hands ran up and down each other’s bodies and tongues swiped against one another in a loving embrace.
A string of saliva connected them when John eventually pulled away. His breathing was heavy and eyes closed as he attempted to calm himself down. He pressed his nose against the soft skin of her cheek and decided to press more kisses there, trailing from her cheek, to her jaw, down her neck and stopping just above her clavicle.
“John,” she whispered, legs moving to rest on either side of his hips.
He groaned at her needy tone, the sound of her voice only spurring him on as he kissed past her clavicle and over her shirt. His hands slipped underneath the hem of her shirt and rolled up the material to her ribs to expose her stomach. His lips attached to the newly uncovered skin, pressing soft kisses around her belly button.
As his lips moved downward, stopping at the waistband of her bottoms, he noticed something different. Instead of the usual shorts she wore to bed, her legs were covered with long pyjama bottoms that reached her ankles. He frowned, eyes gazing up at her curiously.
“Is it your legs, love?” he asked, brows furrowing in question.
She let out a sharp breath, her tongue wetting her lips as she nodded. He kissed the softness of her abdomen before pushing himself up to look into her eyes. “Can I take ‘em off?” he asked seriously, hand stroking the apple of her cheek.
She nodded, though he could see the hesitance in her eyes. One of his hands settled on the soft skin of her hip, gently rubbing the area with his thumb as he tilted his head to the side in thought. He let out a soft hum, eyes analysing her own.
“John,” her voice caught his attention, “I trust you. I just... it’s my thighs...”
“Are you sure?” he asked, wanting to be certain she definitely wanted this.
She smiled at him, and pressed a hot kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling, and almost whined when she pulled away, “I want you, John.”
He only smiled before moving his head back down towards her stomach and pressing open-mouthed kisses against her skin. He hooked his fingers at the waistband of her bottoms and began to pull them downward, her hips rising a little to help him get them off.
Despite him having seen her naked countless times before, and despite still having her underwear and shirt on, she felt more exposed than ever. Yet when she looked into his eyes, which were already staring back at her - scanning her face for discomfort – she felt herself relax; his eyes were so soft, and held so much love, she felt like her heart was going to burst at the sight.
He pressed his lips against her knee as he held her leg carefully in his hand. He squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh, enjoying how it jiggled underneath his fingertips. Her breath hitched when he lifted her leg further up her body, the top of her thigh making contact with her torso.
The position reminded her of the many times he practically folded her in half to pound deeper into her. It reminded her of the nights when she finished multiple times in a row, and when her legs felt sore the day after. But this time was different; instead of his fingertips digging into the skin of her hip, they softly held onto her knee; instead of harsh kisses that stole her breath away, he lightly pressed his lips against the bumpy area of her thigh.
His eyes gazed upon the cellulite that decorated her skin, but unlike her, he didn’t see flaws. All he saw was the woman he fell in love with. The woman he was willing to take a bullet for. The bumpy area of her thigh was nothing but a decoration on her body. And he kissed it. He kissed every bump that adorned her skin, refusing to miss even a single one.
Her breathing was turning heavy as he travelled from underneath her knee and down to her buttocks. His fingers caressed the cellulite on her thigh before digging his fingers into her skin and moving her leg to expose the cotton of her underwear.
He moved his face toward her core, and placed a soft kiss against her clothed clit. A soft mewl left her lips at the action, and he smiled proudly at the sound. “You mind if I take ‘em off, love?”
She shook her head, and practically begged him to do just that. A breathless ‘please’ left her lips, and that’s all he needed. Quickly, yet still as carefully and softly as before, he pulled the material off her hips and almost salivated at the sight of her bottom half bare in front of him. He swore he would never get tired of seeing her like this; with eyes clenched shut and mouth ajar, small sighs leaving her open lips as she subconsciously rutted her hips towards him.
“John,” his name left her lips in a quiet plea.
He smirked, and on any other occasion he would have waited another moment; he would have her begging to place his lips around her. Yet this time he gave her what she wanted – what she needed – without a second thought.
His lips were wrapped on her already swollen clit before she got the chance to say his name again. A choked moan left her lips at the feeling, and her fingers went to grab onto his short hair. Her thighs clenched around his head when his tongue pressed against her hot skin, tasting her arousal as he licked her from the opening of her vagina, and up to her sensitive bud.
She let out a desperate whine as she lifted her hips, pressing her core harder against his face. She felt him smile against her, the hairs of his beard digging into the skin of her thighs. He wrapped an arm around her abdomen and pushed her down to keep her in place.
His lips were back to sucking on her clit in no time, and she felt as his index finger moved through her labia and gently pushed into her. The feeling was ecstatic, and she couldn’t help the loud moan that tumbled from her lips. “John,” she chanted his name as though it was the only name she knew.
He pumped the finger in and out, the sound of her wetness seeping out of her making his cock feel even harder than it already was. He added another finger and curled them in her tight canal. Her soft walls clenched around his digits, and when she attempted to arch her back, he knew she was close.
The pulls on his hair turned harsher, and her soft thighs squeezed his head when her walls began to spasm. He let her push her core against him, his mouth refusing to leave the swell of her clit as she shook underneath him. Her orgasm seeped out of her and drenched his fingers, which he continued to pump in and out until she stopped moving.
He pulled out his digits from her and placed them in his mouth, keeping eye contact with her when he licked them clean off her orgasm. The sound that left her lips was unholy, and it took everything in him to not grin like the Cheshire cat in return.
“You’re stunning,” he told her, and smiled when she moaned at his words.
He moved back towards her face and kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself on his tongue, and the it made her wrap her arms tightly around his neck. She pushed her torso into his, and when her naked crotch made contact with his still clothed dick, she felt how hard he was. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it was, so she let her hands travel from the hard muscles in his back and towards his abdomen, eager to wrap her fingers around his thickness.
Her hands barely had time to touch the soft material before he pulled them away and shook his head at her. “Not tonight,” he told her and stood up to remove the soft material himself.
His boxers ended up on the floor of their bedroom, and he didn’t stop until he was fully bare in front of her, his shirt joining the small pile on the floor. She shamelessly ogled his form from the bed, now sat up and hugging her naked legs against her chest.
He let out a small chuckle at the sight of her, “Enjoying the view?” he asked, getting on his knees in front of her.
She giggled, “Wish I could take a picture,” she answered with a soft smile.
He breathed out a laugh and grabbed onto the hem of her shirt, pulling it off her before letting it join his own clothes on the floor. “Show me,” he told her and she looked up at him with a confused expression, “What else, love? Show me.”
She bit into her bottom lip in thought before nodding and grabbing his wrist. Spreading her thighs so he could step between them, she moved his hand toward her hip. He got her to lay back down as he analysed her skin. It was only then that he saw the faint lines on her body, the stretch marks running from the top of her hip and down to her thigh.
Truth be told, he never paid them much mind. Sure, he’s seen that they were there, but he never would have guessed they caused her such heartache – such pain. He pressed gentle kisses on her hip, smiling against her before moving to hover above her once again.
“You know, all scars tell us is that we survived,” he pointed at his own torso, which was littered with scars of all sizes. Some were short and faint and others long and deep, but they all told the same story; he survived everything that was thrown his way.
She let out a sigh, “They’re not scars, John. They’re stretch marks. I haven’t survived anything.”
“Yeah, you have,” he argued, and she knit her brows in question, “You survive every day, don’t you? No matter what’s thrown at you, you’ve survived it all. Like that time you hit yourself on the table – remember the bruise you had for weeks?” He asked and she nodded, “Look, you might not have survived anything life-threatening, but you survived nonetheless. I mean, you survive with me and my, as you call them, ‘awful hats’ everyday, so that counts for something.” He laughed, “They’re nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”
She could feel the tears brimming her eyes at his words. She managed to nod, pulling him into another kiss as her legs wrapped around his torso. She was becoming desperate, his words only making her want him inside her more and more.
“John,” she breathed out, “I love you. I love you so much.”
He groaned when her hand suddenly grabbed onto the base of his cock and pumped him, moving up and down his length. She lined the tip with the wet entrance of her vagina, moaning at the feeling of his hot and sticky skin pressing against her.
“I love you, too,” he managed to say as he pushed inside of her.
The feeling of his cock stretching her out felt heavenly. She could feel every inch of him as he moved inside of her, pushing in until he bottomed out. His pelvis was pressed against her clit, and she clenched her walls around him at the feeling.
He grunted, tightening his hold on her left hip as his other hand moved to rest beside her head. “Fuck,” he cursed, forehead pressing against her shoulder. He tapped his hand against the side of her hip, and she arched against him, her hard nipples pressing deliciously against his hot skin.
Taking the chance, he moved a pillow underneath the small of her back, the slight lift allowing him to push even further into her. His tip pressed against the soft wall of her cervix, and she attempted to move her hips against his.
The desperation was clear on her face when he opened his eyes to look at her. His forehead pressed against hers and he finally moved his hips – slowly, sensually. His thrusts were slow and deep, as though he was trying to reach the deepest depths of her being.
She could feel the love radiating off him; the tenderness of his movements, gentle hold he had on her thigh as he pushed it further up his torso – attempting to reach as deeply as humanly possible – and the way he pressed small kisses against her temple. She could feel it all, and it brought hot tears to her eyes.
He held onto him as the tears began to roll down her cheeks, and her hips moved in sync with his. He whispered her name in her ear, followed by words of adoration, “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he spoke against her ear, his beard tickling her skin.
She clenched around him and her hips stuttered with every word – with every thrust. “So gorgeous,” he continued, lips pressing against the edge of her jaw after every word, “My fuckin’ gorgeous wife.”
Her abdomen felt hot, and the knot that slowly began to form in her stomach was threatening to snap. He could feel it; he could feel her getting closer. He slightly sped up his movements, his pelvis rubbing against her clit with every single thrust.
It was becoming too much. The words of love he chanted in her ear, the way her breasts rubbed against the scarred skin of his chest, and the way his cock pressed against the wall of her cervix with every single thrust. It was too much, and with a clench of her walls, she felt the knot finally break.
A loud moan got past his lips as the feeling of her walls hugging him tighter. His own hips began to stutter, and as she continued to spasm in his arms, her pushed into her with one final thrust.
She felt the warmth of his cum filling up her insides, the feeling only making her whine louder than before. His forehead went to press against hers once more as he fully emptied himself inside of her, his orgasm mixing with hers.
They stayed like that for a moment; he was still inside her, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and bodies remained flushed together. They were both panting, their chests heaving after the passionate and intense session.
When she eventually opened her eyes – her vision slightly blurred from her orgasm – he was already staring back at her. The corners of his lips were pulled into a smile, and his eyes held a softness she had seen many times before, yet would never get tired of.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he repeated the compliment he had previously chanted like a prayer.
She smiled, her arms loosening around his neck as she moved to cup his cheeks in her palms, “Hello, handsome,” she replied.
With a look full of love, he pressed a kiss against her cheek and pushed himself up to pull out of her. She whined at the feeling of sudden loss, her hands grabbing onto his forearms that were on either side of her head. She could feel his release slowly seeping out of her, and before it could trickle too far down – before their bed sheets were ruined – he picked her up from the bed.
She let out a squeal of surprise when she was lifted into his arms, and with an amused laugh, he took them both to the bathroom. “Bath?” he asked as he placed her on her feet, making sure she was steady and her legs weren’t wobbling.
She held onto his shoulder for a second, but nodded when she felt the feeling return to her legs. As he went to draw them both a bath, she reached for the towel cabinet and pulled out a small, clean rag. She wet it with warm water and just as she was about to wipe it on her thigh, it was taken from her.
John turned her around and pressed her back against the cold sink, making her hiss out at the feeling. He only chuckled when he grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it up towards him, only to then press the warm towel against her hot skin. He cleaned off the stickiness of her thighs, doing the same for himself before pressing the material flush against her crotch, collecting the arousal that had seeped out of her.
She couldn’t help but flinch and moan at the feeling, her mouth falling ajar as she grabbed onto her husband’s bicep. “Sorry, had to clean you up,” he told her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She almost rolled her eyes at him, but could only smile when he pulled her in for a kiss. The towel was discarded in the sink as his hands moved to rest on her waist. The skin-on-skin contact was nice, the intimacy of the moment causing a certain peacefulness to fall upon them.
“C’mon,” he eventually said and led her to the bathtub full of hot water.
The moment the water enveloped her, she could feel her muscles relaxing from the warmth that surrounded her. John stepped in behind her and pulled her into his chest, where she rested her head against his shoulder.
His hand moved to lay on the expanse of her stomach, lightly rubbing the area as she nuzzled into him. She finally felt happy, and content with herself. The insecurities that previously burdened her mind were forgotten, and the only thing she could focus on was John, and how he lovingly held onto her. She knew the thoughts would eventually return, and that they would try their very hardest to be the only thing occupying her mind. But she also knew John would be there to put a stop to them every single time.
“Thank you, John,” she whispered into the silence.
All he did in return was press his cheek against the top of her head and hum as he pulled her in even closer towards him. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to, because his actions spoke louder than words ever could.
Dedicated to @yeyinde who has been almost my sole inspiration for how down bad I am for this fucking man. (And because I know she’s working on her own version of this and I’m DYING for it.)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Almost to a fault, John is both active and attentive. After he’s pulled away from you, breath coming out in heavy pants and hair mussed where you’d been running your hands through it (or pulling it—he really likes when you pull it), he’s already on his feet scrounging up a washcloth to clean up with, a sip of water for you both to get back some of that hydration that you’d sweated out, and would you like him to toss you your shirt, dove? He’s never really able to sit still on even the calmest of days, but all it takes to get him to lay back down with you is a sweet, soft plea to come hold you. John cannot deny you when you ask like that.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He doesn’t know if they’re his favorite, but John has a lot of appreciation for his hands. They’re weathered, scarred, and have carried out some of the most heinous acts a man can commit against another human being, but you also mewl and plead for those hands to touch you, to hold you tighter, to pin you down and mark you up. John uses the same hands he’s drenched in blood to wring breathless, sobbing pleasure from your body, and that he can do that is something that he holds dear. When it comes to your body, John loves your neck and your breasts. He has painted both with blooms of red and purple using his lips and teeth, and love to watch your breasts shake and bounce as he thrusts into you, one hand wrapped carefully but firmly around your throat.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Given the opportunity, John always prefers to come inside you. He’ll grab you in an iron grip, thrusting with a force that you’re certain will leave bruises, and bury himself to the hilt when he hits his peak, snarling into your skin as he rolls his hips against you to milk himself with your pussy. There is one exception though: if you’re taking him with your mouth, there’s nothing he likes more than to pull out and paint your jaw with his spend. Then he’ll yank you up, hands grabbing your face regardless of the mess, and kiss you messy and stupid.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants to have your ass. Perhaps not the dirtiest of secrets, but he’s rather old-fashioned, and it feels dirty to him. Also, it feels unfair, since it’s an act he thinks only he’ll really be able to enjoy. You’ll have to be the one to bring it up, but you’ll get hints from him that he’s thinking about it—he’ll frame the little ring of muscle between his fingers when he spreads your cheeks as foreplay is heading rapidly toward the main event, or he’ll thumb your perineum when he’s plowing into you from behind, growling about how pretty your ass looks bouncing against him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
John has had few partners, but plenty of sexual encounters. He is not a man for casual sex—at least, not one-time flings—and prefers to dive deep into pleasure with people that he trusts. Figuring out what makes someone tick, what makes them lose every inhibition with him, is far more to his preference. He’s learned that to have sex means to learn about someone else’s body a little more every time it happens, and that sex really does only get better than even the best anonymous hookup.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Hands down, John likes to have you on your back with your knees hooked over his elbows. Any position, really, that he gets to spread you out and hold you open is his favorite, and he absolutely wants to see your face as he wrecks you. He consumes the expressions you make with a hungry, steely gaze, and he demands more often than not that you look him in the eye when you come on his cock.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)
Humor is not really his thing, in the bedroom or out of it. That isn’t to say that sex with John is always serious and intense—he cares for you, deeply, and that includes your smile and your laughter. It is more accurate to say that John is looking for that lightness after the fact; after you’ve wailed and moaned and whimpered from the ecstasy he’s drawn out of you, he wants to make sure you’re grinning and saying how amazing that was once you’ve finished. You can tease him plenty about how into the act he gets, because he knows if he takes you to bed you won’t want to leave it.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
John is wonderfully hairy all over, and when he has the time he keeps himself neat and groomed (he’s already maintaining the mutton chops, after all). His chest hair is dark and a little coarse, as is his pubic hair, which strains up his belly in a happy trail that can’t quite make it to his navel. His forearms, calves, and thighs are also generously dusted with the stuff, although years of tight military gear are starting to show their effect on how fast it grows. He’s not too worried about it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
He can’t help but be at least a little romantic. You’re his, and his alone, and that’s a gift he is actively thankful for every day. He is not exactly prone to sweetness, but sex with John is always comfortable in that he is always paying attention to the little reactions you give when he touches you like this or thrusts into you like that. You find, even pretty early into the development of your sex life with him, that he’s as hungry for the way you respond to him as he is for the feel of your body in his hands.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
You caught him with his hand around his cock once, at his desk on base and flushed red as he fisted himself in a tight grip. He’d called you there, in fact, and it had been at the beginning of your sexual relationship with him—he’d sounded out of breath and strained on the phone, and you’d hurried there to see what the problem was. As it had turned out, he’d started jacking off under the impression that you weren’t present, and then some background mental math had resolved itself to correct that assumption. It was the first time he’d bent you over his desk, but not the last.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
John truly does not like the word daddy, but that does not inhibit his enjoyment for the dynamic. He loves your acquiescence, loves the complete faith you put in him to take care of your needs, and even loves it when you give him the opportunity to lay down the law by being a brat. It’s half about the control—the heady opiate of power met with submission—and half about getting to give you what you desperately need from him. He loves to see you come absolutely unraveled, and loves to be the person you trust to get you there.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His office is a constant favorite. He doesn’t get to have you there as often as he likes, what with the international nature of his job, but every time the two of you have been within walking distance of it, he’s had you on his desk, on the floor, and across the couch against the wall at every opportunity. He’s a horrible tease about it, too—he’ll keep you speared on his cock for what feels like hours as you cling to your sanity, one eye on the locked deadbolt, your only barrier between bliss and humiliation, as John reminds every so often, “No, dove, you’re not allowed to come yet.”
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Sometimes all he needs to see is the offset angle of the collar of your shirt to be ready to go. It makes him feel a little crazy, like being a randy twenty-something again with a cock that worked faster than his brain ever could, but that’s just the effect you have on him. More than once you’ve met him after your shower, skin still shimmering from the humidity, smelling fresh and hair a little damp, only to have him walk you back against a wall to work up a sweat and defeat the purpose of the bath entirely.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He does not want to actually humiliate you. Control is one thing—abuse is another. In the moment, he might growl about how needy you are, how perfect you look with that fucked-stupid expression on your face, but he will have a very, very hard time calling you a slut or a whore even if you want him to. Those are words, he was taught very early, that you do not call your partner, or anyone else. Period.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)
John appreciates giving and receiving in perfect balance. The picture of you on your knees, his cock down your throat as he sits with you between his spread legs, is as appealing as the reverse, and he’d never make himself choose between one or the other. When he eats you out, his arms are wound around your thighs from underneath, pulling your pelvis in closer to his face as he buries his mouth and tongue and nose into your folds. When you finish on his lips, he will not stop. He wants to hear you wailing.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
It all depends on what he’s trying to accomplish. If John is trying to get you to that place where words have stopped having any meaning and you are more an experience of pleasure than a person, he’s going slow, and he’s going hard. He wants to be as drunk on you as you are on him, too, and he’s had enough experience with the best Scotch he can afford to know that that dizzy, heady feeling belongs only to an endeavor in savoring it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies are a tool in his arsenal that he uses to tease you, but he ends up teasing himself, too. That’s the point, of course, but sometimes it can backfire, and that turns into a rare occasion when John is not in control, is not trying to wring every drop of pleasure from you that you can stand. When John is needy and frantic because he tried to whet your appetite and got lost in his own want for you, you find it much easier to flip him over onto his back or press him down with a hand to his shoulder, and at that point he’d do just about anything you told him if only you’d let him have you. If you want to reap the benefits of him getting you back for it, you can bring him up to the razor’s edge of coming and then leave him there for you to indulge in later. Plan not to be able to walk after the next time he gets you into bed.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)
John is perfectly willing to experiment with positions and sensation play, just as an example, but there are limits to what he’s willing risk. While the fantasy of the 141 watching as he fucks you dumb is a favorite of his, he’s not actually willing to get into a situation in which that might happen, both because you might not like it and because he needs to maintain a measure of decorum as commanding officer, no matter how unconventional his methods might be. He still thinks about it, though.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He’s only getting older. He’s gotten cranky about this several times. He can manage two rounds, three on a really good day, but he thinks he should be capable of more. He wants his body to obey his own command, and wants it to be available to you, in fact, whenever you want it. You’ve reminded him more than once that he needs three squares and eight straights if he wants to actually have the energy to do what he wants to you, and neither are always readily available to him. He usually gathers you up into his arms when you say that, because in this big, horrible mess of a world he has a partner who treats him like the fragile human he feels he isn’t allowed to be.
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themself?)
John’s old-fashioned, and the wealth of toys available today frankly makes his head spin. He’ll feel a little intimidated, too, if you consider bringing a vibrator into the bedroom with him, because it will feel a little like a suggestion that he can’t please you with just his own body. Luckily, rather than get pissy, he will communicate this, and you get to tell him that the full idea was to let him edge you with the vibe for as long as the both of you could stand. That’s a technique that fits within his tastes, and when you further inform him that butt plugs are great little tools to work up to anal sex, he gets on board pretty fast.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
If it isn’t clear by now—John is merciless. He plays the instrument of your body like a virtuoso, and only hears music in your begging and pleading. He’s never cruel and he never leaves you truly frustrated and unfulfilled, because that’s not who John is, but he’s going to keep your climax out of reach until he knows for certain that finally being able to come will wreck you. How is he being unfair, he asks, when he always gives you what you want in the end?
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
Normally, sex with John is punctuated with growls, groans, deep snarls, and chesty rumbling. Keeping control of you also means keeping control of himself. But. When you catch him in those frantic moments, when his hunger for you far outstrips his desire to play those games of dominance and submission, you can hear him moan and whimper and almost weep when you ply his body with your hands and mouth, when you sink onto his cock at a pace leisurely and comfortable for you and agonizing for him. He will swear all colors of the rainbow, curse and praise you in the same breath, promise to get payback and promise you everything he owns if you would please, sweetheart, just please let him fuck you properly already.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He asked Kate once—ONCE—what he might be able to do, in her opinion as a woman, to take better “care” of you. She’d stared at him for a silent, awkward, infinite moment, and when she finally replied it was to address a completely different subject. He’d downed the remainder of scotch in his glass and asked the bartender for another. The best case scenario would have had Kate pretend to forget that he’d ever so much as thought to ask her, but no—later that night, she sent him a fucking Cosmopolitan listicle, not because she’s finally decided to be helpful but because she wants him to know: she remembers. She will always remember.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
John reaches about 6 inches fully erect, is uncircumcised, and is thicker toward the base of his cock. It’s an average length and shape, but he has never been, and never will be, an average man, not on the battlefield and not in the bedroom. His balls are a little larger than average, though, and they sit low and heavy. It’s actually rather fitting, for a captain who threatened to hunt a four-star general down.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
You wouldn’t know it, because he keeps it under control as much as he does everything else, but John always wants you. There are hints of it—the intensity of his gaze, the low baritone his voice can reach when addressing you even in the company of others. The way he maneuvers himself into position at your side, not so close as to be unprofessional, but close enough to feel the energy radiating off of him in waves. You always get drunk on him, on what he gives you in bed, but sometimes it’s a surprise to be reminded that he’s every bit as intoxicated by you as you are by him.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Part of the reason John gets up immediately to do the little chores of aftercare, at least sometimes, is to keep himself from falling straight to sleep. He isn’t always exhausted after he’s fucked your brains out, but the world is getting more complicated. His job is getting bloodier. Someone is always screwing over someone else, and he tasked himself a long time ago with fixing all of that. He has to be able to get up and do it. It’s why he’s honed the control he has over himself to such a sharp edge. It’s why, when he finally lets go and lets you take the reins, he’s never as mad or as frustrated about it afterwords as he is in the moment. But he really needs to be reminded that he’s allowed to rest. That he’s allowed to settle into the comfortable afterglow, to breathe in silence just for a little while. In the end, you have to be the one to ask him, wouldn’t you like to lay down with me, John? Wouldn’t you like to just hold each other, for a bit? And always, his answer is yes. When you ask like that, soft and sweet, he cannot deny you.
Hey, I’m truly sorry that it’s too late again- I’m was just really busy
Includes: Ghost, König, Soap, Price, Graves and Gaz
You doesn’t have a gender (nonbinary) so everybody can see themself with :D
Ghost:
- he isn’t really a fan of Christmas at all
- and that’s why he doesn’t really enjoy doing anything Christmas related
- he just accepts if you like it ( he even accept if you decorate the whole house with Christmas shit)
- for him it’s important that you’re happy and it’s not like that Christmas itself is going to kill him
- but if you ask him to help you bake cookies, he’s a bit more interested
- but you both need to go shopping first
- he always wears a mask, so expect people to stare at you
- especially cause he’s so fricking tall and his eyes are always on the watch for threats
- creepy guy
- but he’s helping you like the good boyfriend he is
- you’re too short to reach one of the shelves? He’s got your back
- you forgot something? He is gonna bring you the item while you continue to shop (he would even ask you too, he wants to go back home as fast as possible)
- but back to the baking itself
- he’s gonna read the recipe first so that you both don’t make any mistakes
- a bit later you would argue
- you’re 100% sure the recipe said 2 cups of sugar and he tells you it’s 1 not 2 cups of sugar
- he’s right, you’re wrong
- he has to hold you back to not eat anything of the raw dough
- you’re complaining that it won’t make you sick
- he’s already so done with you after forcing him to listen to Christmas songs while baking and let’s you do whatever you want
- after the cookies are in the oven he cleans the kitchen by himself
- he knows you can do that too - but again he’s done with the Christmas songs
- he gives you a kiss on your forehead, telling you to go in the living room to watch some Christmas movie you love
- he absolutely doesn’t do this to get rid of you and your Christmas songs- no ofc not…. Cough cough
- he wouldn’t admit it but baking with you feels good for him, it gives him that warm spread in is stomach even tho he hates the songs in the background
- after the cookies are ready he lets them cool down
- he decides to join you and your silly little movie
- can’t hold a grin back after you complain that your tummy hurts
- didn’t he told you that you’re gonna be sick after eating raw dough?
Soap:
- he’s the one asking you to bake with him
- it’s his and your first time being with his parents and whole family while Christmas so you’re quite nervous
- and it’s somehow a tradition for him to bake with his family and cause you are his family now he wants you to accompany him
- watch the whole McTavish family having fun including you
- watch out for flying eggs cause his brothers an him will have a fight
- watch momma mctavish scold her adult kids like their 5
- Johnny is also constantly touching you, keeps giving you a kisses on your cheek or neck and whispering sweet little nothings in your ear
- at one point while you knead the dough he warps his arms around your waist, burring his face in your neck mumbling how much he loves you and that he’s so happy to have you
- this sweet little moment would end pretty quick with his brothers mocking him
- well- your boyfriend doesn’t take it well and hunts his brothers with a pastry roller
- you have to run after him cause he will use his weapon to beat his big brothers asses
- when you all come back into the kitchen, theres no dough to be seen
- just a happy golden retriever with a wagging tail
- watch grown men freaking out cause they think she not only ate the dough but chocolate too
- the little Nessie is the most chill out of all of you
- eventually everything will be okay after they found the chocolate- but the furry little girl is now banned from the kitchen
- you just have to make a new dough now
- with the Nessie out of the kitchen there’s only one threat left for the dough
- keep an eye on your boyfriend or he will eat some of the raw dough too… wonder why Nessie does it, seems like she had a good teacher…
- after hours of making cookies, eventually it will come to an end
- as a good end for the day his family watches a Christmas movie with all of you
- watch your boyfriend excuse himself to go the bathroom
- wasn’t the brightest idea to eat raw dough, wasn’t it Johnny boy ?
- what you both don’t know…. his brothers put viagra in the part he ate….-
- they know they fucked up when instead of exposing him with a boner in front of everyone while you’re sitting on his lap, they managed to give him the worst diarrhea imaginable
- they fucked the pills up and gave him laxative
- what a wonderful shitmess- sorry, I meant Christmas!
König:
(It took me some time to find a German song that I could imagine König to sing along too, but that song slaps… it could be a bit faster tho )
- he loves to bake, especially since it reminds him of the winter break
- it’s just that he wants to be with his whole family at least before Christmas to bake some cookies
- if you want to be with your family he just decides that they should come too
- so now you’re baking with your deadly boyfriend while your parents talk with his and thanking them that they can live rent free while they stay
- your parents doesn’t know that your boyfriend is in the military- well nobody knows besides you and his family
- they think he’s a baker cause his baked goods look way better than the baked goods in bakery’s does
- but- he’s still a bit hyperactive and he’s clumsy, especially thank to his height
- he yanks everything over- not just once
- watch out of his elbows cause if you don’t, well… we just say that the Christmas photos wouldn’t look that good-
- you have to tell him that’s it’s not good for the old Bernese Mountain Dog called Bernd to eat cookie dough
- he doesn’t give a duck about that and gives his beloved Bernd a piece here and there- only for him to eat something too
- the first dough you made is almost entirely in the stomach of your boyfriend and Bernd
- but you have to leave the kitchen for one single second
- watch Bernd slowly walking out of the kitchen while you’re entering it again
- there’s no dough left -
- it’s your boyfriend that has the last piece in his mouth, grinning at you like a child after you put one and one together
- he and the dog just ate the fricking dough- all of it!
- „Es tut mir leid Liebling, ich konnte nicht widerstehen“ (I‘m sorry darling, I couldn’t resist)
- don’t worry he helps you after that like a pro-
- well he doesn’t help- he makes everything without your help cause in his eyes you deserve to rest after making such a yummy dough
- he also cleans up everything! Even the stuff you used!
- decorating the cookies is the best part of everything
- he makes two little gingerbread men that look exactly like the both of you
- your parents see his one
- they ask him why he made such a weird face masked cookie
- I mean Halloween is already over, so what’s with that ugly mask…
- …. You should tell him after you’re alone again that his mask ist beautiful…
Price:
- you’re the one asking him to bake cookies with you
- he’s quite found to the idea
- it’s a struggle to find a cooking book in his house- is there even one there!?
- good thing there’s google
- bad thing, he lives in the woods- there’s no signal for your phone
- so you end up frustrated and sitting on the couch
- but wouldn’t he be a good boyfriend if he doesn’t know a cookie recipe?
- so now you’re following his orders
- don’t worry, his voice is just as loving as usual
- everytime you bring him whatever he needs he gives you something in reward
- be it a cute little nickname after a thank you or a kiss on your lips, cheeks or on your forehead
- he has a radio but he enjoys listing on a gramophone much more
- so you’re baking together, while the fire is safely burning in the fireplace, and o holy night is playing on the gramophone
- he takes breaks while you continue to make the cookies
- he just admires you while you’re smiling over such a silly thing
- he wraps his arms around you while pressing your back against his chest, burring his head in the crock of your neck mumbling sweet nothings
- he just can’t believe that this is really happening
- you have to tell him to let go of you or you both will continue to stay there for forever
- after the cookies are in the oven he just takes you to the couch
- cupping your cheeks and kissing you like it would be the last time
- just have an eye on the time or the cookies will burn -…
- but your eyes are everywhere but the time
- everywhere is btw price
- the cookies end up black as coal
- and after another try they’re really yummy!
Graves:
- Sweet Family
- such a good thing you are
- he’s rarely home but he makes sure he is around Christmas time
- he has already made a plan so that he can do everything he wants to do
- baking cookies is one of the first things on the list
- expect to be in the kitchen the whole day
- don’t worry he’s too
- you wake up, next to you a hot chocolate with a sweet little note
- „come to the kitchen when you’re ready darling“
- see your man in a red and white Cooking aprons with Santa on
- the moment he sees you he smiles at you
- he comes to you, wrapping his arms around you before kissing you with the brightest smile you’ve ever saw from that man
- he asks you to join his baking session
- hear him singing to whatever Christmas song is playing
- he can’t hold himself back
- he has to give you a kiss whenever you give him what he needs to make another dough
- together you bake for hours straight
- you both end up with 20 different Christmas cookies from around the world (whenever he worked with another military he asked them for recipes and he also asked his shadows for recipes )
- he did and does that so when he brings cookies to the shadows that can’t leave the base or that don’t have families that they at least have something for Christmas
- he wants that everyone feels like home (everyone, no matter the religion or ethnic)
- he even ask you to bring his shadows home for Christmas so that they don’t have to be alone at a military base
- Shepard is strictly forbidden to visit btw
- so you not only end up with hundreds of cookies but also with like twenty (or even more) soldiers at home
- even when they’re older than you, his soldiers see you as somehow a parent figure
- I mean, graves is their father figure so….
- you love them the same way they love you
Alejandro:
- he’s a sucker for Christmas
- but he doesn’t really have free time, I mean the bad guys don’t really care about holidays don’t they
- so the base is decorated to at least feel a bit like home
- you have to visit him to do the Christmas stuff just like baking cookies or something like that
- so you now you here, standing in the big ass kitchen that would normally prepare food for his man and him but now baking cookies
- but no no, you’re not alone here, his whole team his there too
- Rudy overwatches the younger recruits while Alejandro decides which cookies they should do next
- he loves to wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest while you’re decorating some of cookies
- his man know how much he loves you so they would look away, so that you could at least enjoy the moment of intimacy with your husband
- Rudy makes a picture of it
- supportive best friend
- after all the cookies are baked Alejandro enjoys the moment of peace
- in the end you end up with Alejandro, Rudy, and some of his other men on the couch, all cuddling together while watching a Christmas movie and eating the cookies you baked
- the others sit around you, some of the other couches, some on the ground but all with cookies in their hand
- big ass family
Gaz:
- you’re the one asking him to bake cookies with you
- watch him getting excited
- he’s not the biggest fan of Christmas but the music rocks
- with him it’s a pain in the ass cause he will do everything but what he has to do
- flour fight
- he casually grasp some of the flour and throw it right into your face
- after that you both are fighting
- watch out for the eggs!
- you’re able to throw a egg right into his face
- it wasn’t meant to hit his face tho….
- after that you should run
- very fast
- hes after you like a hell hound
- after you both are done with playing with each other
- there’s no flour, eggs, sugar and butter left
- well it is- but you can’t use it anymore cause it’s like everywhere
- the kitchen looks worse than a battlefield
- you both don’t look any better
- you both are covered with flour, eggs, butter and sugar
- there’s no need to add sugar peeling while showering….win win… cough
- it takes hours to clean the kitchen
- after that you agree to just buy dough from the store
- but you both can’t stop yourself so you end up eating half of the raw dough
- the other half makes it into to oven!
- but…. It wasn’t the brightest idea to eat raw dough
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⇾warnings: handjobs, cum-eating. this is pure self-indulgence and based off one particular scene in SIX where the love of my life is called a "big bear."
"That's it," he rumbles, panting. Words broken into gasping grunts, thick with pleasure. You taste scotch on his breath when he sighs; his forehead tipping to rest on yours, eyes burning blue. Smouldering. "Just like—fuck—just like that—"
His cock is hard, aching. Iron covered velvet. You swipe your hand over his leaking head, the back of your knuckle pressing into his frenulum. The groan that leaves his mouth is strangled, aerated. A fractured facsimile of your name slips out.
God, to see such a man so desperate for you is—
"C'mere."
His beard prickles the soft skin of your lips when he moves in, chasing your mouth. His hands are firm on your thighs, palms fervish and slick with sweat, when he drags your chair closer to his.
"Mm," you purr, his beard catches your teeth instead when you grin. A tease.
A flash of irritation brims in those crystalline depths when you pull away, denying him what he wants. His chest rumbles, lip curling up into a small snarl. And fuck—
The things this man does to you.
You're pushing him too far, you think. Holding out a scrap of meat to a starving beast. He'll sink his fangs into your flesh instead if you don't stop.
(It makes you shudder, liquid heat pooling in your belly.
Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all to provoke him a little—)
"You like that, Captain?"
His forehead wrinkles, eyes cresting, heavy with bliss. "Haah, you fuckin' tease—"
It's choked out of him when you slide your palm down to the thick base, giving him a gentle squeeze. The brackish blue in his eyes make you ache. He's close. So, so close.
But he's a stubborn man, isn't he? He won't go there easily. Not without a fight.
You just need to push him a little.
"You gonna cum for me?" You murmur, saccharine sweet. Babydoll demure. Coy. He loves it, doesn it? Loves the way you plead for his cum.
Price breathes out, and you swallow down the exhale. There is something powerful about watching such a gruff, unbreakable man shatter.
Your fingers glide over his flesh until his hips lift out of the seat, chasing the white-hot seal of your hand. Your lips press against his, finally giving into his demands. Submissive. Docile. He growls in satisfaction when you meet him in the middle.
The tickle of his beard feels good against your skin. Your tongue snakes out, catching more of that malt and tobacco taste.
You stayed away from cigarettes when you were younger to avoid the bitter despair of addiction, and yet—
A huff slips past your lips when his kiss turns sloppy, messy. His attention wanes with each roll and flex of your hand. He lets out a series of breathless, shuddering gasp into your mouth, lips glued clumsily together. It's perfect in its choppy asymmetry.
—you somehow managed to find your own personal brand of nicotine in the rough cut of a man.
It makes you coo. It's not a push, but a shove.
"My big bear—"
He throbs, pulsing in your hand like a heartbeat when he cums, a growl of your name spat out into the scant space between you. You feel it vibrate over your lips, coarse hair fluttering with his heavy exhalation.
You've poked the beast into defeat, and reap your wares in the flutter of his lashes, the molten spurts of his cum drenching your hand. He groans—a bitten, brittle noise that sticks to chest. A broken amalgamation of ahh, fuck and your name.
(You've never heard a sound more damning.)
His chest heaves as you work him through it, breathing in every heavy exhale that hisses through his clenched teeth until your lungs are filled with nothing but him.
The sag of his shoulders, the divot in his brow all make you quiver. He looks good when he's basking in bliss.
When he begins to soften, you slip your hand out of his trousers, keeping the molten puddle in the cup of your palm. It's wet, glossy. Covered in thick, milky pearlescent.
His eyes are fixed on you—hooded and heavy, but you wait. Wait until the haze clears from his cobwebs of bliss that spool over him, geyser white tinged blue.
Price comes to himself rather quickly. Expert soldier, perfectly trained.
His narrowed eye flex, a frisson passing over his dazed expression. He can't stem the possessive shadows in his cerulean gaze when he sees you covered in his release, dripping with it.
He's a gentleman, though, in his own way.
"Fuckin' hell," his voice is guttural. The crackle of a charred log collapsing under the flames. "Wipe it on my jacket or something—"
You bring it up to your mouth instead, tongue slipping through the mess he made in your palm, and moan a little at the taste of him. Salty. Smoky. A little sour. Price shudders when you lift your head, letting him see his cum smeared across your tongue.
"What are you doin'—?"
His eyes roll a little, arsenic white in the sapphire sea, when you swallow it down with an audible gulp.
"Mm," you lean forward, and press your wet lips to his, tongue sliding over the taut seam. "My big bear tastes so good—"
"Get over here—" his hand whips out, locking around your waist. He keeps you prisoner in the seal of his arms, eyes burning blue. "M'gonna hav'ta knock some sense into you, aren't I? A little respect, mm?"
You scoff into his heaving chest. "Promises, cap."
(This probably isn't what they meant when they told you to support your Captain.)
TF 1-4-1 X POC Reader
John Price, Kyle Garrick, John MacTavish, Simon Riley x Reader
A break, they needed a break. Laswell knows they need the time off instead of worrying about Makarov and Shepard so that's what she gives them. Only, they don't have anyone to go home to that is, before one of their teammates invites them over.
"Time off? So suddenly?" Seargent Soap voiced everyone's thoughts to Laswell. She had just updated them on the whereabouts of General Shepard and briefed them on what actions to take when the topic of Makarov came up when she brought up them taking some time off. It stunned them to silence when hearing her bring up the cold season and going home to whoever may be waiting and if not take some time to take care of themselves properly.
"Yes Seargent and that's not a request it's an order I like you all but I'm getting sick of seeing your faces so take the time off and enjoy yourselves. Dismissed." With that, she shooed them out of her office and they all stood outside the door wondering what the hell they'd do with this time off. Standing more off to the side than the others, Ghost looked over at you seeing you were the only one not in distress at the order.
"You don't seem to be in peril Seargent, you got plans when you head home?" It was a surprise hearing ghost ask you such a personal question. Although he has gotten comfortable with his team, it is rather odd of him to ask. The others got over their initial shock and looked over at you now suddenly curious as well. You let out a sigh before speaking.
"No, I don't, I'm heading home to an empty home just like the rest of you. If you guys are so struck by what to do then why not come with me for the break? It gives me a reason to use all the groceries that get replaced in my home every two months." In all honesty, you asked them not only to stop them from being lonely during their break but to also stop yourself from being lonely as well. Like them, there was no one waiting in your two-story home for you so why not spend the lonely days to come with people you've learned to call family?
You trust these four men with your life should that day come and they do as well. It would be a way to strengthen that already tight bond you all have together and it would give you a chance to boast about your impeccable cooking skills.
"Are you sure? This is your home we're talking about, you sure you want us to intrude like that?" Soap was a bit reluctant to the offer because while he was internally excited at it, the last thing he wanted to do was intrude. How cute.
With a nod of your head and some light reassurance, they all agreed to go and split up to get packed and meet up at 1400 (2:00 pm) to leave for the airport. Soon, you five were all set and on a plane to the state you lived in and on the road to your home.
Your home was two stories and quite modern, away from most of the town but close enough to get supplies when needed, and surprisingly once the owners who originally rented it to you passed, your rent was dropped by a lot and eventually sold to you completely.
Walking inside you took your shoes off and looked around the entrance hallway feeling so much nostalgia. The men behind you followed suit removing their shoes and following you inside your home staying suspiciously quiet. In reality, they were nervous being in your home, you had told them it had enough rooms and a pull-out bed for them all to sleep over but they were nervous nonetheless. You set your bag on the dining table before walking into the kitchen looking through the cabinets to see fresh groceries with a note from the carrier that they were recently restocked. You made a note to increase their pay at the start of the next year.
"You guys can get yourself settled in while I pull some things out for dinner. There's one room downstairs and three upstairs. I'll set up the pull-out bed for whoever claims that one but you can put your things in the two other rooms. " You were already pulling some things out of the fridge after washing your hands, while you were talking to them and when you finished you heard shuffling and small grunts of acknowledgment to your words as the four men did as told.
Gaz and Price chose the two rooms upstairs while Soap chose the couch bed leaving Ghost with the room downstairs. As they were settling in, they all took the time to look around but not pry too much. They saw that your home wasn't really what they expected. No pictures of friends or family, no personalization even when Price stepped into your room accidentally thinking it was the guest room. The only way he knew it was yours was the neatly folded underwear on your bed that seemed like it was gonna get packed but never made it. When he turned to leave he caught glimpse of a pocket-sized picture of you holding a newborn baby laying on the floor by the end of the bed. It's not something he would ever guess he would see especially if it was you. He closed the door and said nothing as he found the correct room and got himself settled in.
While you began cooking you took a break while things were heating up to put your things away in your own room.
"You guys should go shower while you're at it, it'll be a minute before I'm done cooking anyway so might as well, right?" And so the night went on.
You eventually finished your cooking and you along with the four ate. It was quiet and awkward but eventually, Soap popped a question and you soon fell into lively chatter, Ghost and soap falling into petty banter while Price entertained it and Gaz chuckled quietly to himself. You eventually pulled out some whiskey much to Ghost's dismay. "I drink Bourbon" He defensively said, though, you could see the amusement in his eyes. He had his Balaclava on but the black makeup was removed when he showered and he felt comfortable enough to show us that much. Not like you all hadn't seen his face before but the point is made.
When you all were done, Gaz being the sweetheart he was offered, no, told you he was going to clean up while you relaxed. "You've been on your feet since we came so I got it, go relax." You could feel your heart clench at his words.
Ever since you got recruited for 1-4-1, Gaz had been nothing but a sweetheart through and through, not to mention a heartthrob when he threw in his small compliments with a shy tone. Price wasn't as bad, but the captain wasn't shy when complimenting or downright flirting with you. It wasn't the overly obvious flirts nor did say it in front of people but, he was quite the charmer when he wanted to be.
Soap on the other hand didn't care who was around, if you did an amazing job on a particular mission or any mission at all, he would praise you till you told him to stop. He loves seeing the twinkle in your eyes or the pep in your step when you got praised for doing a good job. It made him feel good knowing you were happy from his words. Ghost wasn't one to be vocal, everyone in and out of the task force knew that. He wasn't one to just compliment and praise for any small thing but, when it came to you, he would find himself biting back the overwhelming feeling of pride he felt. Whenever you did something right even when you second-guessed yourself when you take out more than one person at a time. He finds himself grinning under his mask and petting your head lightly, chuckling to himself at the happy look you sprung onto your face at the act.
They all slowly began to love your reactions and you as a whole. They became protective even borderline possessive when Shepard ordered you to stay out of a mission while the others were told to go. "They are a part of this team, where we go, they go no questions asked about it, so if you want us to do this I suggest you make your changes from now." Stunned was General Shepard hearing Ghost speak up like that. You had only been on the team for a couple months so he didn't think they were gonna get attached so quickly, boy was he wrong.
Now here you all are, spread on the couches tipsy and happy, chuckling at Soap's slurred speaking not even understanding the lad as his accent gets heavier. Relaxed is a word none of you would associate yourselves with, especially in your line of work, but tonight? Warm, comfortable, and happy in each other's presence? I would say this is the most relaxed they've ever been.
With your head on Price's lap and your legs on Soap's, Ghost sitting on the floor near the couch, and Gaz on the single couch, they all stared at your resting face, dark skin glowing under the light of the fireplace lit rid the chill that came with the upcoming season. They watched in a comforting silence as you succumbed to sleep, pressing your cheek into the captain's thigh and mumbling a drunken goodnight. A fluttering feeling filled their chest, they didn't know what it was but all they knew was that if anything happened to you, it would be over for them.
A/N: I started putting together furniture today and my first thought was how good Price would be at assembling shit and that headcannon just kinda spiraled into my general thoughts about him :) enjoy
Weirdly good at putting furniture together. Anything you buy that needs to be assembled he can put it together in an hour or less, and without the instructions too. He’d take one look at them, huff and throw em out. He’d probably add reinforcements too to make it better.
Going off of that, he for sure likes woodworking and would rather build you the things you want instead of buying it anyways. He knows he can make it better and just the way you want it.
His love language in terms of giving is acts of service. He just loves doing stuff for you even if it’s something simple like getting your favorite drink when he’s at the store.
His love language in terms of receiving is quality time. He’s so busy that getting down time is sacred and all he wants to do is spend it with you. He’d follow you everywhere you went just to be with you even if he hated whatever stores you went into.
His favorite cuddling position is when he gets to lay his head on your chest and have you play with his hair. He just finds it so relaxing to be able to listen to your heartbeat while your soft fingers worked through his hair.
You cannot tell me he isn’t a complete gentleman. He for sure opens doors for you, insists on driving (you’d always be a passenger prince idc idc), all in all just a respectful man.
I think he’d stick to classic nicknames like “sweetheart”, “honey”, “my love” that kinda thing.
Speaking of nicknames, he gets genuinely worried when you call him by his actual name because you only call him pet names. Will 100% think he did something wrong and get a little pouty.
Protective but not in a possessive way. He knows you can take care of yourself especially if you’re in the military, but it’s just something that comes with him. Honestly he’s protective over all his boys, just you a bit more.
Speaking of you being in the military, he’d have a very strict no favoritism rule. He’d treat you just like he did the other men. Not only because his job is important to him, but also because he respects you and doesn’t want to underplay your abilities simply because you’re together. Plus treating you like everyone else would ensure you get stronger and are therefore safer.
He wouldn’t hide the relationship from the team, but he just wouldn’t tell them. They’d find out because you’d probably give him a kiss goodbye when they went on a mission and the team saw. When asked about it he’d just say “we’ve been dating for a while, I wasn’t hiding it you just didn’t ask”
When you two eventually settled down you would have a cute, small house. It would be like a cabin in the woods, not too far from civilization but far enough that you didn’t have to worry about noise pollution or nosy neighbors.
Likes going on hikes with you, probably likes to camp too. Honestly just all of that kinda outdoorsy shit like chopping wood for your fire place.
You wouldn’t have a farm of any sort but I think you’d definitely have chickens, maybe ducks. He likes the taste of fresh eggs better than the store and he knows they were at least taken good care of.
Absolutely gets a big dog like a Saint Bernard or a mountain dog. Got it when it was a puppy and trained it to be a good hiking/guard dog. You always treated her like a little baby so now she’s more cuddly than scary and John always pretends to be mad about it
“She was supposed to be a killing machine. Now look at her” he’d say as she laid on top of you, blankets tucked around her so she’d stay warm.
“She’s just a baby!” You’d counter, covering her ears so she didn’t wake up.
Has a perpetual smell of pine and fresh air. Not overwhelmingly masculine, but strong and sturdy.
All in all I just think he would be a very comforting lover. He’d take such good care of you and it would be a stable, very mature relationship. You’d talk things out instead of argue, communicate well, and over all just have a healthy relationship.
Warnings: smut; filthy language; descriptions of sex; mention of kinks; dirty talk; dom!price; top!price
A/N: This is essentially my own interpretation of what Capt. Price's NSFW alphabet would look like haha. Also blame the breeding kink on @yeyinde | source |
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A little warning before you read this; what you're about to read is my own interpretation of Price, how I see him, and my opinion on what he likes and doesn't. My vision may be different from yours, so please be mindful of that.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
John is a big fan of aftercare. He would always make sure there is a glass of water in your hand after he's done fucking the soul from your body, give you a cuddle and start the bath for you.
He'd sit you against his chest, head resting on his shoulder as his fingertips trace your soft flesh tenderly while he washes away the smell of arousal and sweat off of your exhausted and used body, allowing you to relax and enjoy the well-earned comfort of his embrace.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Your hips; that man is obsessed. He loves leaving his marks on them, hands squeezing so tightly that he can see his own handprints afterwards while you're bouncing on his cock. They're a perfect size and shape for him to clutch - just right in his hands as he ruts into you like a man starved, the intense pleasure he gives you enveloping your body in a cloud of ecstasy.
His arms and hands are your turn-on. The veins prominent as he holds you down, kissing and worshipping your body. Years of physical strain have left scars on them, the same ones you'd always lovingly kiss when he's cradling your head in his calloused hands while you kneel before him, watching as he takes a painfully slow inhale of his beloved cigar, puffing out a cloud of smoke, while you yearn to please him in any way that you can.
“Just like that, doll. You’re so good to me.”
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
In the early stages of your relationship, he'd always make sure to pull out just in time for your eager mouth to envelop the head of his cock, tongue swiping on the underside of him as his eyes never leave yours and just as he feels his high nearing, he'd pull out and finish on your face. He likes to admire his work; and once he's done with that, he'll use his fingers to collect his own cum and let you suck it off his fingers.
Nowadays he goes absolutely wild at the idea of fucking some babies into you. He'd make sure you take everything he has to give you, pumping you full of his cum all while whispering sweet yet filthy words in your ear.
"I'm gonna pump you so full you'll be leaking for the rest of the week, love."
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He acts like he doesn't really care and it's not a big deal but he secretly loves the fact that you're younger than him. He isn't really into the whole daddy thing; yet your age gap makes him feel alive again...something he hasn't felt in a long time. Knowing that he's there to take care of you, to show you what no boy your age could've ever shown you, fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
No doubt this man has experience. Not really with one-night stands, he's more old-school; more into getting to know his partner's body, what makes you moan the loudest, what makes you squirm and scream with pleasure. His passion lies in the pursuit of discovering what makes you tick, exploring your body, and finding new ways to make you see the stars, his name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey. Music to his ears.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
Anything where he's able to see your face; let it be missionary with your legs over his shoulders as he pounds into you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling up the room as his face hovers over yours, watching the way your eyes are squeezing shut tightly - similarly to how tightly you're squeezing his cock - mouth opened in a silent scream...
...or cowgirl; his back pressed against the couch cushions as you bounce on his cock, his eyes lingering at the place you two are connected, how your juices are leaking around his cock and straight on his thighs, the mix of both of you staining his hairs while your nails create a moon crescent-shaped imprints on his war-scarred shoulders.
"Bloody hell, you're such a good girl, doll, takin' me like that."
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Not really goofy, definitely on the more serious side when it comes to sex. That doesn't mean John isn't a teaser, taking his sweet time tantalizing you, dragging out his touches, caressing you everywhere but where you desired his touch the most.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I can see Price taking care of himself once in a while. He already has to keep his beard groomed and soft for you, don't want to give you a beard burn again since the last time you weren't able to walk for days because of the discomfort. So he keeps himself trimmed; not too long nor too short, just the right length for you to be comfortable as you're taking him whole, feeling the head of his cock pushing to enter your throat and fill your mouth.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Depending on the mood, he's a switch; still predominantly dominant but allowing you to take control from time to time, even though he is aware that he has ultimate power over you.
He doesn't mind taking it slow, showing you a more affectionate side of him, savoring his sweet time with you and bringing you to the brink of pleasure with nothing more than the delicate skill of his tongue.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He used to masturbate quite frequently after missions, using it as an outlet to release the pent-up adrenaline from being on the battlefield. However, nowadays he prefers to take out his frustration on you, as he knows you will always be there to gladly take whatever he has to give you.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I've already written about those before; this man is a sucker for breeding you...but he's way filthier than just that.
At times, he would just sit you down on his cock while being busy with paperwork, still on a base and knowing damn well anyone (especially his very own team) could walk into his office anytime and see you there, warming their captain's cock, head buried in his chest to muffle your pleasure-filled chokes, your body quivering at the sensation of him inside your tight walls, all while John casually goes on about his day, one hand resting underneath your shirt, on the lower of your back, drawing circles on your flushed skin while he reads the files on his desk.
“Look at you, getting all worked up by nothing. What’s wrong, doll? Am I making you nervous?”
“Aw, so needy already. You want me to move, innit? Are you not pleased with me right now?”
L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)
Price always thought of himself as a gentleman, only taking his partner in the privacy of his bedroom, where you two could spend hours tangled together in the dance of your bodies between the sheets.
However, ever since the first time he made you warm his cock in his base, he found out just how much he likes you bend over his table, one leg beside you, asscheeks spread for him as he nudges his cockhead over your walls, sending shivers of pleasure through your body and watching as your arousal drips on the floor...all while the door remains unlocked.
“Gotta keep quiet, doll, don’t wanna Ghost or Soap seeing you all cock drunk with your captain’s cock, ain’t that right? Or is it something you want? Want me to call ‘em in? See you getting fucked all nice and heavy, doll?”
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
The thought of you. Just knowing how eagerly you respond to him, the way your body quivers when he touches you, the way your heart races when you hear his voice. He can't get enough of you, always craving that feeling of intoxication he gets from your presence but Lord helps you when you dress up just for his eyes, the barely-there lingerie hugging your body in the right places...you know you won't be leaving the bedroom for the rest of the night; not be able to walk tomorrow.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Anything involving violence, blood and degradation. He doesn't mind a little breath play; knowing that the right squeeze of your throat will only add to the overwhelming pleasure your body is filled with, or some spaning, leaving his handprint on your flesh and watching you with an amused grin as you try to sit down the next day, squirming uncomfortably, trying to find just the right position for you sit in so his handprint wouldn't hurt. But that's it, he will never dare to bring a knife or any other sharp object into the bedroom or anything like that.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He's undoubtedly a pussy-pleaser. His tongue skilled, fingers always knowing what to do to make you scream. Price absolutely loves watching you with his head between your legs, hands holding your legs over his shoulders while his gaze lingers on your face, on your erect nipples and the way your breasts spread as you arch your back, hand pushing his face into your dripping pussy.
On the other side, he would never say no to you giving him a head. As much as he adores seeing you being so docile underneath his touch, he loves seeing you taking him just as much, watching that one string of saliva connecting your kiss-bruised lips with the head of his painfully swollen cock.
“That’s it, doll, takin’ me so well.”
“That tongue of yours is driving me bloody crazy…just like that.”
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It really depends on the amount of time you have available and how you are feeling emotionally. If you are in the comfort of your own home, he enjoys a slow and leisurely approach, savoring every moment of pleasure he brings you before he even takes his cock out. When the time is short and/or any of you are in the mood, John does like to be rough, pounding into you vigorously, bathing in the bliss of your pleasure. Overall, he still prefers it slow and sensual.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Not a fan. They don't really give him the time he wants to savor you. If nothing else, he's always up for some good old-fashioned fucking, and if he knows that's all you can do, he's more than happy to take you somewhere quiet and fuck you good and proper.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He's pretty much open to whatever idea you might want to try. He's not particularly enthusiastic about taking action independently, but if it will make you happy, he is ready to do whatever you ask him to do.
“So that’s what you want, huh, doll? Really want me to call ‘em and watch? Or do you want ‘em to join too? Can do both.”
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Years of experience on the battlefield had allowed this man to build up his stamina magnificently, even though his best years may have already passed. He may not be the same 20-year-old he once was, and one round may be all he can manage, but that doesn't mean he isn't determined to go the distance or willing to continue with just his sheer will to make it up for you.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
No. He's a practical and old-fashion man + plus he doesn't really believe in the need for toys in the bedroom and you never asked him to bring any either as this man is fully capable of taking care of you with his own skill set.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
No doubt, he is an incorrigible tease. He takes pleasure in it and seems to be addicted to it. Whenever he is around you, he makes sure to touch you, to make his presence known to your body.
His eyes tend to linger on you. The feeling of his gaze making you shiver as you remember the promise he’s made to you last night; all while seated deep within your walls, the head of his cock nudging your cervix as his hands squeeze your hips, skin reddening underneath his touch.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Price is not very vocal in expressing himself. He would rather bury his head in your shoulder and let out a few soft growls and groans but he is certainly a talker; it's mostly just little praises followed by pure filth as he lets the pleasure of the moment envelop him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He absolutely loves having sex when you're pregnant; it's one of his favourite things about you being pregnant apart from the impending child. Obviously your growing stomach rules out various positions including missionary, which he’s initially disappointed by, but soon realizes how incredibly satisfying it can be when you're both lying on your sides, him thrusting into you from behind with his hand stretched over your bump. It's truly a unique experience, something that you wouldn't be able to enjoy if you weren't pregnant, and it quickly becomes one of your favourite things too.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
I don’t believe John is extremely ripped but not does he have a dad bod. Definitely muscular, especially his arms. I’d say he has soft abs, the kind that becomes prominent when he flexed them. As of his cock; solid 7 inches, curved to the right a little bit; circumcised.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It isn’t what it used to be; but that doesn’t mean he’s not capable of keeping up with you.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He takes his sweet time falling asleep; much more prefers to watch you sleep in his arms, on his chest. He adores watching your flushed cheeks return to their normal color, the orgasm bliss leaving your body as you drift into sleep; sometimes he likes to run his fingers through your hair, thinks about the time when he used to dream of a girl like you. Nowadays he’s afraid to fall asleep, afraid that you are just a fewer dream and once he opens his eyes the next morning, you’ll be gone.
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Warnings: 18+ ONLY. NSFW. Featuring Captain John Price x Female reader/female MC. Oral (F) , PIV, break up angst.
I wasn't going to post this until closer to the big day. But it's cold and miserable here so I could do with some festive cheer. This is so self indulgent. There is angst, fluff and of course filth. Happy Christmas! 🎄🎄
It was Christmas eve and I sat on my sofa nursing a bottle of wine. Feeling sorry for myself about being alone. Some awful Christmas film was on the telly and the smiley, happy family on the screen made me want to launch the remote through it. As I took a sip of my drink and sighed to myself, I started tumbling down the rabbit hole of thinking about John. Picking up my phone and scrolling through photos of happier times in the summer. Those kind eyes peering out from under that stupid god damn fucking hat. I threw my phone onto the sofa beside me and rubbed my hand over my eyes. As if that would erase all of my memories of John. Or rewind that September night when he left to go on deployment and out of my life for good.
It had been months since I'd last seen Price. I ended things between us before he went on deployment. Telling him that I couldn't keep lying awake every night in an empty bed, waiting for a phone call to tell me he wasn't coming home. Foolishly assuming the end of our relationship would magically stop me from caring about him. I told myself it would be easy. I would move on and find someone else. As if anyone else could ever look at me with the same soft eyes and infectious smile or that a random stranger could ever make me feel the way he did.
I knew the team had been back for a few weeks. There were a few messages from Soap and Gaz asking how I was holding up. No doubt fishing for gossip but it was sweet that they still thought about me. Although, I hadn't heard a word from the Captain. Not that it surprised me. He probably thought I hated him and never wanted to speak to him ever again. It wasn't like I'd reached out to him either. Stubborn pride stopped me from calling him on nights like these.
A knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts. Tempted to ignore it, I half expected it to be my neighbour who made a habit of getting so pissed he forgot which house was his. Something made me look out of the window first, hoping I could shoo my neighbour away without leaving the warmth of my living room.
And that was when I saw none other than Captain John Price standing there on my doorstep. Carrying a small present in his hand as he nervously shuffled from foot to foot. My presence at the window seemed to startle him. He clearly wasn't expecting me to be stuck at home tonight moping around like I was. There was a small wave from him as I smiled and gestured towards my door.
'It's good to see you again' Price smiled as I answered the door to him. Instantly disarmouring me.
He looked good, I thought to myself, too God damn good. Brown hair effortlessly ruffled, beard recently trimmed and skin sun-kissed from his recent tour. Suddenly aware that I was standing there in my jammies, I wrapped my arms around myself. Fighting off every instinct I had to throw my arms around him and kiss him. It was always the same greeting every time he returned from deployment. Grabbing hold of him to make sure that he was really safe and never letting go.
'I got you a present,' he said softly, handing me the small parcel bag in his hand. Did I detect a slight tone of nervousness in the Captain's voice?
'C'mon in John' I smiled, guiding him through to the kitchen.
******
Having John stand in my kitchen again was both awkward and achingly familiar. We'd spent too many lazy Sunday mornings and weekday evenings together like this. Chatting and laughing together while I made us both a brew. I had to admit that I missed this. Missed him so much. He was like a warm bath or a weighted blanket. Instantly calming with his soothing deep voice. That charismatic smile putting me at ease, his soft eyes creasing at the corners. His wicked sense of humour made me smile as he joked about his latest tour.
Then there was the side to him that the outside world saw. The tall, imposing presence of a soldier. The stance that exerted authority and commanded instant respect. The way he hovered that fraction too close to me and how broad those shoulders and arms were under his shirt. There was a warmth radiating from him and a slight colour to his cheeks as he stood beside me. My face almost touching his chest as I turned around to hand him his drink.
There was a tiny flicker of a spark somewhere inside me. Instantly igniting those embers that never did die after all. Making me doubt my decision to end things and question why I ever let him go in the first place.
'Have you not got anywhere better to be?' I teased, trying to dispel some of the tension between us.
Price looked up from his drink at me. He seemed to think about his response for a moment, opening his mouth to speak before reconsidering and simply shaking his head.
There was a long and awkward silence between us as I weighed up in my mind how to respond. I had thought about John every single day he was away. Wishing for this very moment to see him again and take back all of those cruel things I said. Just to now be completely incapacitated by fear.
'What are you doing here John?' I blurted out suddenly. 'Really doing here I mean.'
This time Price stared at me with a wounded expression. His eyes scoured over my face as if they were searching for something and I wondered what he was thinking.
'I wanted to see you again,' John spoke finally. His tone was one of surprise as if he couldn't understand why I had asked the question. As if the answer had been obvious.
'I thought about you the whole time I've been gone. I felt bad about how things got left between us before….' He trailed off.
My face was burning as my heart pounded against my rib cage. The moment I dreamed about happening for months of long, lonely nights was actually here. I'd never wanted something so badly yet been so nervous at the same time.
'John, I…. ' I whispered softly before he leaned in to kiss me.
His lips were soft and moved slowly against mine. The whiskers of his beard tickled against my face as his hand cupped my chin slightly to draw me in closer to him. It was delicate and gentle. The rush of endorphins kicking in, just like when we'd shared our first kiss together.
Our faces parted briefly. Biting down my lip as I smiled sheepishly at Price. A wide grin spread across his face.
'That OK?' He whispered.
My only response was a brief nod before I leaned in to kiss him again. This time our bodies melted together. Price grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me into him as his mouth crashed hungrily against mine. Wrapping his hands around my waist as he effortlessly pulled me into him.
Everything felt familiar and new. As if the last four months never happened. Desire burned inside me as John lifted me up onto the counter, just like he did so many times before. Letting my head fall back, his lips drifted along the exposed skin of my neck, biting and marking me. His name tumbling from my lips in breathless sighs.
Peeling myself away from him briefly, I wrapped my hand around his. Jumping down from the counter and dragging him towards the staircase. As we got to the top of the stairs, John wrapped his arms around my waist and gazed at me with those soft eyes. Creasing at the corners, they flickered with a wild look of desire as he scoured over my face, searching for any sign of doubt. Price softly brushed his fingers against my cheek. Cupping my chin in his hand, he brought my lips closer to his.
'You sure about this?' He whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
Brushing my thumb against his lips, John parted them slightly, allowing me to slide my thumb into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over it and even that simple touch made a wave of desire rush over me. As he stared down at me with those perfect eyes, I knew I would never be able to say no to him. That every single lonely night he was away from me was worth it to be able to be with him like this. As I slowly nodded, he smiled and released my thumb. Bringing his mouth crashing down against mine.
Fast work was made of stumbling into the bedroom. Discarding our clothes on the way before settling on the edge of the bed. John's large hands cupped my breasts, his fingertips dancing over my nipples. A surge of need rose within me as I ground my hips against him. Dipping his head to my chest Price rolled one nipple, then the other between his soft lips as the whiskers on his face grazed against my skin.
Dropping down to his knees in front me, the captain gazed up with a wicked glimmer in his eyes. Cheeks flushed and lips swollen as he wrapped one of my legs over his shoulder. Dancing his lips against my inner thighs, his teeth bit down on the soft delicate skin, before his warm tongue soothed away the sting. Tangling my hands into his soft hair, I dragged my nails against his scalp.
'I missed you so much John' my voice whined as the soft hairs on his face scratched against me.
'It's ok luv' he murmured, ghosting his mouth against the soaking fabric of my knickers. 'I've got you now'.
Price hooked a single finger underneath the flimsy material and with a firm yank tore it away. A wicked laugh rumbled in his throat as I gasped in surprise, just before his tongue darted against my slit. Melting back into the bed underneath me as a long moan escaped from my mouth. John slid his fingers against my folds, opening me up in front of him and allowing him to easily sink his tongue into my core. Exploring the most intimate parts of me so tenderly and intimately. With the skill and precision that only he possessed. Tongue tracing along my opening, up and around my clit before returning to bury his tongue deep inside me once more.
It should have been embarrassing just how quickly I fell apart underneath him. Every tear shed and sleepless night brewing together with the heady rush of longing and the warmth of his tongue against my quivering walls. The searing heat of my release flooding through every nerve ending as I whimpered helplessly.
As I caught my breath, John climbed over me. His body pressing into mine. Holding his hard length in his hand, he brushed the head against my wet lips. His name tumbled from my lips followed by pleas for him to sink into me. Glancing at his face, John's eyes were closed, his brow furrowed and his breath erratic as he continued to tease us both. Holding back as long as possible.
'Hey', I whispered softly and he opened his eyes, to meet mine. My heart absolutely melting in my chest. 'It's ok, we both want this'.
Finally sinking into me, his lips fell to mine as he pressed down to the hilt. Overwhelming me with the sensation of being filled completely. Still taking me by surprise even after all this time. We lay perfectly still for a second, both of us adjusting to the warmth of one another. Before I raised my hips and he pushed himself against me. Gradually moving in sync together. Price settled for slow, deep thrusts. Dick bottoming out against my walls as I felt the familiar tightening of my muscles around him. His mouth never left mine as his tongue danced circles around mine. Our fingers wove together as he pressed them down into the bedsheets.
The tension began to grow inside me once more, threatening to unleash with every push of his hips into mine. More than the rising swell of physical desire inside me, my heart raced at John overwhelming all of my senses. In that moment our bodies slotted together like pieces of a jigsaw and I finally felt complete as I fell apart in his arms.
My release hit me hard, walls convulsing furiously around Price as the pulses of white heat radiated over every muscle of my body. There was a brief second as it subsided and I lay still to catch my breath, before John began to thrust harder once more. This time his movements were sloppy and I knew he was chasing his own high. Squeezing my muscles around him, John sighed into the crook of my neck as he spent himself inside me.
We laid together for a long time, our hands still threaded together. His lips peppered delicate kisses around my face and neck, soothing over marks he had left earlier. My heart rate gradually slowed and I felt his own heart pounding against his rib cage against me. I was exhausted and spent and could feel my eyelids grow heavy as Price eventually withdrew from me. Sad from the loss of contact, I pulled him in closer to me as he tried to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Somewhere in amongst my blissed out haze, I drifted off to sleep, my head on the captain's chest.
Waking up to sunlight filling my bedroom, for a second I didn't know where I was. Before becoming aware of Price's arms wrapped around me. Our bodies still naked under the covers from the night before.
'Happy Christmas' He whispered, his deep voice cracking slightly.
A thousand feelings and thoughts raced through my head. In a second they were all forgotten as John pressed his soft lips gently against mine. There was no hunger, no intention behind it. Just a soft, delicate kiss. As my body melted into his all I could think about was just how natural and how right it felt being like this with him. How totally complete I had felt last night with him deep inside me. I had never been more sure of anything in my life.
Our lips parted and he smiled at me playfully. Biting my lip between my teeth as I traced my fingers along the handsome features of his face. Grabbing hold of my thigh, Price wrapped it around his hip and pulled my body closer into his. His arms wrapped around me as his lips met mine once again.
