Okay so I have a whole fanfiction in my head, I think maybe the first three chapters are already written and I am so fucking unsure...so much overthinking and changes and rereading and yeah I don't know if I'll ever post all of it but this part just wanders in my brain almost every day and I have to share it, so...here goes nothing I guess...
Warning: NSWF!, 18+, p in v, smut (and only smut), basically Price taking you as you are and as quick and sloppy as he can (yikes)
Summary: You had the chance to get to know Price for a few months now and the tension builds up. He surprises you with his actions. Less talking, more action ;)
Would love to hear some feedback...maybe the whole thing will be posted someday, I don't know...so yeah, bye for now!
°•°•°•°•°•° Tell me to stop °•°•°•°•°•°
"Hope she didn't cause you problems, John?" You look at him as he circles the small of your back. Farah smiling slightly at him. "Not at all, a charming presence in the passenger seat.", Price nodding to Farah as she's leaving through the door.
The moment the door shuts he turns to you, grabbing you under both armpits and kissing you aggressively. You gasp for air as he stops: "Shit, that was unexpected.", you moan into his mouth. He hums with closed eyes, breathing heavily: "I can't hold back any longer. You got me under some spell, birdie. I don' know what you do, but you should stop. Gets us both in trouble." You look up, grinning slightly: "What if I don't want to stop?" He grins back and picks you up. You wrap your legs around him as good as you can with all his gear attached finding hold in his gear belt. John looks right into your eyes. He hums and kisses you wildly, pushing his tongue over yours. Lovingly circling, entangling into your mouth, exploring every corner. You follow his lead and feel a hard surface under your behind as he sits you down. "We shouldn't…", you whisper, stroking his beard lovingly. "No, we really shouldn't…", he affirms. "Tell me to stop." He states before kissing your neck, biting and licking the hurt he just caused away. You moan and grab his back, him removing his chest rig and battle belt with one hand while holding you by your back close to him. The gear falling with a loud thud to the floor. "Tell me to stop, sweetheart…"
He unbuckles his pants while kissing your neck, you push yourself closer to him, after removing your shirt. He moves his head towards your sports bra, pulling it up and kissing your nipple before sucking it lovingly. You let out a sharp moan while pulling your head back in awe. "Come on…tell me…please…", he begs as he unbuckles your pants and you help him pull them off. "John…", you gasp. His eyes now fixated on you without moving away. You pull him in for a kiss by his neck and run your hand through his hair.
He pulls out his cock, you taking your fingers into your mouth after freeing yourself from the intoxicating kiss. His eyes widen. "Y/N…tell me to…" you reach down with your wet hand and start stroking him a few times before he pushes your hand away, picking you up and pulling you down in a firm grip. Down on his now throbbing cock, leaking of precum and twitching. "Tell me to stop, please…this is so wrong, in so many ways…you…argh fuck?!" He hisses as he starts thrusting into you and you start moving him in deeper and deeper, until his tip touches the sweet spot in your cervix.
"John…" 'He fits too good. It won't be long.' "Yes birdie? Talk to me…" he presses out before growling and picking you up slightly to push into you with more force. You moan loudly and hold onto his back, your head buried in his shoulder, the legs around his hips. "John…" "Y/N…" you both huff into each others mouths and rhythmically thrust into each other. You holding on by his back, him holding you by your behind. The sweet pain is almost unbearable, the sore muscles from the rather difficult position. "Just…tell…me…hnghn…tell me…to…" he groans out as his eyes roll back. His thrusts becoming sloppy and hard. Your climax nearing as well. "Oh John…" "Tell me…", he still tries. "Don't stop John, don't your dare…oh my…" you let out a moan before stopping your breath and releasing all the tension of the last months.
You come quivering and shaking uncontrollably. He follows with a low grunt under his beard. His eyes piercing blue fixated on yours. You stare back as he rides it out on you, as he breathes heavy and grips your sweaty body with his trembling hands. His gaze never leaves you as he puts you on the table. You both calm down, him still in you, getting slightly soft. You touch by the foreheads and breathe slowly, simultaneously. Your one hand fondling his neck, the other on his now sweaty chest. He caresses your upper left shoulder and holds you still by your right hip.
It's an almost tantrical moment you both drink up as if it is the last water on this planet. "You should have told me to stop my love…" he sighs. You look at his lips and he smiles and kisses you again. Slower this time, with a passion you never experienced before. You give in immediately and enjoy this tender touch. He frees your lips again and trembles a little. His cock still semi hard in you, his pants by his ankles, as he pulls out slowly and agonizingly. You let out a gasp and his fluid oozes out ever so slowly. "I…shit…", He gazes down to inspect his work. "Filled you up pretty good, eh?" You both chuckle and he takes his undershirt laying on the table to clean you up.
You do the rest and he gives you your pants. You both get dressed next to each other stealing glances of each other's bodies from time to time. After being finished you both stand in front of each other and he lovingly touches your cheek. Such a contrast to his thrusting a few moments earlier. Making you warm and wet again.
"That was too dangerous to ever happen again in such a surrounding. We should meet up at base birdie, what you think?" You blush and nod. "Just never tell me to stop…ever again." "Understood, sweetheart." You brush his moustache with your lips, closed eyes and a warm smile following. His eyes widen at this action and he wraps around you without a warning. "I look forward to it." You smile as he huffs into your shoulder. The knock on the door wakes you up from your moment.
It was a cold winter morning in London. You woke up with the usual headache in a messy room, blinds letting in the blueish early light without a care of your state. The radio was tuning in just in time with the newest catastrophies of this world. "Two people killed, five injured in another terrorist attack by the infamous Al-Qatala. We can confirm that one of the victims…" You sigh and rub your eyes. 'Another one…great. Khaled won't stop any sooner I guess. Hopefully they leave me out of it this time.'
A man with a skull mask is getting into a black van. Ghost. Inside are soldiers staring at him, not saying a word. The air is so thick, you can cut through it with a broken blade. Nobody dares to say a thing as the big man sits down and slams the back door shut. The man on the passenger seat turns around and gives a short motivational speech as the engine starts. "Right chaps, let's get this straight, it's too early for anyone to disturb us. But…as some fellows need to work as early as we do, try to keep them alive and quiet. He or she is probably asleep and we have an easy target. Not on the silver plate but a pretty lil' bird we can catch without causing havoc, right?" Everyone nods and looks around. "Are you all deaf, answer your captain when he asks!?", Ghost barks out. The voice so raspy and deep, the hair on everyone's neck standing up by now. "Sir, yes sir!", the soldiers shout. Clashing their weapons against their heavy armed chest rigs and vests. The captain now looking through the faces and landing his eyes on the skull. "Keep an eye on my boys out there Lieutenant. 's the first big thing for them and I don't want to lose all of them right away, clear?" "Copy that, sir!" The captain just nods with a mischievous grin and his thumb and pointing finger slightly lifting his boonie as if it was a cylinder. Captain Price. Ghost nodding shortly with glistening eyes, black eye paint smeared around them, his eyelashes almost white from the faint light on the car's roof.
You start to stand up walking towards the old coffee machine and turning it on. The cup under reads SEE YA LATER FOLKS with a cute old drawing of a little girl waving goodbye and walking into an airport. Just like the drawings in your old orphange books. And it depicts perfectly what you can do best. Leave. You always were quick to get away when the situation got sticky. Same went with working for Khaled. You were there for the job but as quick as you were in installing your explosive artwork, the same went for leaving the scene before the big blow. Your whole life you ran away from any big thing. It was easier. Cleaner. Quiet. At least in your mind. The other children in the orphanage gave you a nickname and it suited your whole life. Leech. You only took what you needed, sucked out the next big fat thing without any regards and without causing a big scene. The pain came crouching and slow and without big recognition. As soon as they saw you…you were gone. That way you always had enough food, enough money, enough safety. You listened to the song in the radio, an old classic and shook your head. The coffee warmed your insides and you sighed into the mug. Any minute the only other person awake at this unholy hour would close his apartment door and start walking to the staircase with a rather quiet whistle on the lips while the old flooring is creaking under his big boots. The big bellied neighbour who went for work. The only constant in your life giving you a perimeter for safety. You waited in your usual position against the counter and listened to the door next to yours closing. 'There he goes, old man.' The whistling started, you smiled slightly into your mug. He walked by your door. The floor creaked in a familiar tone. 'Now the stairs.', you thought to yourself. The steps grew further away and suddenly the whistling stopped. Why did it stop? The floor was also not creaking as it should anymore. 'Wait a minute. What…' BOOM You turned around and as you saw your door being kicked in like cardboard and out of its hinges, your coffee mug fell down and shattered into pieces, hot coffee hitting your bare feet and legs. "Shit!" You started to think, but your brain was not fast enough. Not awake enough. Fight or flight? Fight? Or flight? 'Shit!?'
The two vans made halt in front of an old apartment building. The cold wind roaring through the narrow street. Each of the 6 soldiers got off their respective car and ready as quiet as possible. The drivers remained in their seats in case of a quick retreat or failure. The captain checked his boonie, tucked one hand into the upper part of his vest and lit the prepared cigar in his mouth with the other. The spark illuminated his face as he inhaled deeply. Removing the cigar into said hand, he corrected his posture: "Right gentlemen, I expect a clean retreat. No unnecessary casualties, no unwanted noises, no longer than it needs to be. Understood?" A hushed "Aye, sir." was heard from all getting ready, checking their weapons routinely as a mohawked man made his way to the skull masked one with a big smile on his face patting his shoulder: "Oi L.T., good to be back in action." Soap. Ghost glanced over: "As long as you won't let yourself get shredded into pieces again, I won't complain, Johnny." Soap pouted and the nearest soldiers huffed a small laugh in their direction. "It's not my fault Al-Qatala had a fookin wizard in their ranks, aye? I mean even ar dogs were unable to find out where the C4 was hidd'n, m'I rite captain?" Price nodded, pointing to the top of the building: "That's why we are here, Johnny. Let's get this guy asap and stop another maniac in his dirty tracks. Everyone ready in 5."
Ghost looked up and breathed deeply for one last time. "Let's do this, Soap behind me with Bravo-19!" The mohawk and Bravo followed, the rest forming routinely around the captain and behind the two groups. The building was old without an elevator which made Soap huff out tiredly. "Ghost, please tell me we have a bloody elevator hidden in the wall next to us." "Negative." Ghost inspected the staircase and started to get up the stairs. The formation following, pointing their weapons in perfectly coordinated directions. The whole building slept. It was only 4 in the morning so the top floor was quickly reached. Soaps breathing being faster than usual made Ghost look over his shoulder. Soap flinched slightly and found composure. His leg burned. Still bandaged from the injury committed by the "mastermind of explosions", the "artist", the "leech". What a name. He had to find out what the name had to do with his profession after the mission. Ghost shook Soap out of his thoughts with loading his gun as around the corner a door was being opened and closed carefully in the hallway. 'Shit', Soap thought and saw the fist of his lieutenant up in the air. The signal being known all too well, he hoped it was someone lucky this time. The floor started creaking slightly under the person's weight and a quiet whistle sound could be heard. Before the man could go around the corner, the lieutenant grabbed him and shut his mouth with one gloved hand. The man's eyes were wide open now, hands in the air. Soap holding the weapon to his head, one finger on his lips. The man nodded and was passed to the back to another soldier escorting him out. Now they had no time to lose. Ghost held two fingers up, waving into the direction and giving wordless instruction. 'The first door in the top hallway. Just like the briefing said.', Soap thought to himself. And it took over the whole team. Even the newest soldiers acted in pure muscle memory. The door was kicked open and the men stormed the apartment with such precision, the target would have no time to even think about running or getting a weapon. Ghost took the left corner with Soap close behind as backup. Price went to the right into a small bathroom with another masked soldier. "All clear in here!", he shouted with a raspy timber. Two other soldier stormed forward to the couch seconds after the first four: "Clear!" Weapons searching the room precisely. Ghost looked into a small open kitchen, dishes in the sink, the smell of coffee. A broken mug on the ground, the spilled coffee still hot. He started opening the bottom cabinets with Soap holding his weapon directly next to his right ear. In the last cabinet under the sink he suddenly heard something rumble faintly. Soap hissed his breath in and corrected his posture. The cabined flew open and his eyes widened. Ghost stood still and was not moving, his weapon on the…woman?
"Please! Whatever you want take it, I am unarmed!?" Your voice came out more as a shriek then a shout. Your hands up in the air peeking out of the cabinet under your sink. The skull masked giant stared at you with a fire in his eyes you rarely saw in soldiers. Your flight instinct betrayed you into simply hiding in plain sight. Like in a bad horror movie without a way out. The mohawked man behind the skull held a big gun over the skulls shoulder also pointing at you. His gaze was sort of softer and you got the courage to shout. To play the victim. A role you also perfectioned over the years. The mohawk pushed the skull to the side and reached out a hand to you, the other still pointing a gun at you. His gaze softened a bit more and he smiled slightly: "Come on lassie, we are here for the bad guys. You are safe." The skull shrugged irritatedly and still fixed his gaze on you. The mohawk looked to his right: "All clear captain, only a female civilian hiding!" You took his hand and tried to sneak past him as a big hand grabbed your shirt and pulled you into his body. The captain ran into your direction pointing his gun at you. The skull reached around you and the mohawk stood in shock looking between the skull and his captain. "Bloody hell, what are you up to birdie?" You looked into the eyes of captain John Price. 'Birdie…' How on earth did he found you? 'Shit, Karim will kill me if they don't do it first!', you remembered what happened in Al Mazrah 6 months ago. The big boom was perfect and nobody should have come out alive. Apparently some did. "I…I can explain…", you stammered. The grip behind you got only stronger. You turned your head around. "Calm down you fuckin' beast, I am all yours in a second. Let me talk to John first!" The skulls eyes widened and he looked up to Price, who shook his head. "You want to talk?" The soldiers gathered behind him. Some left talking into their coms. 'The routine…it's all the same bullshit. No matter which side you are on.'
"Give me one good reason not to knock you unconscious to have a nice and quiet ride back with you, sweetheart." John's eyes flickered and he looked at you rather disappointed. Your gaze flew to the ground and your hands gripped the big arm holding you in place. "I…have intel?", you tried. He chuckled and shook his head. "Okay! Okay…I am not responsible for the last one. I swear! Khaled has another guy. Some russian idiot without discipline. No muse. No artistic feel to it. I…I retired 5 months ago after Al Mazrah, John!" Soap bored his eyes into you: "Wait what? She is the fookin' leech?" He looked up to Ghost and he nodded shortly. "Hol' up, Ghost? Yar knew about the whole ordeal?" He huffed out a shocked breath. Price put up a hand: "Soap, let me explain later, we…" "SHE ALMOST RIPPED ME IN PIECES BACK THERE ME CAPTAIN!?" He was slightly more furious than appropriate for the situation. Ghosts grip got a bit softer and you breathed in a big breath of air before he corrected the tightness. "Okay big boy, you are squeezing me to death and I would love to put on some pants and a bra maybe before heading to Kate. John, am I allowed? I won't run, I know when I am defeated." John nodded to Ghost. Soap still in shock looking between the two of you as in a tennis match. Ghost loosened his grip and a click followed by the cold metal on your wrist let you freeze in your actions. "Oh come on…", gazing at Price you put your head to the side pouting. "Birdie, it's to our all safety. Ghost will follow you and you can get dressed. He will look away, don't worry." Price made way and there were only you four, all other soldiers left or leaving and waiting in the hallway. You started to walk to your couch grabbing the bra, your black jeans, boots and an old oversized hoodie. Ghost followed you with his left hand in the other handcuff. You blushed at him standing right in front of you as you turned around: "Listen mister…Ghost…I dare you to look and your skull is the last thing I'll see before my rage." He chuckled and made way for you to lead into the bathroom. Price watched after you and Ghost and Soap started to argue as soon as you two disappeared in the bathroom.
Part 1 is done. Well 2 and 3 as well but I have to reread and correct some stuff. Lmk what you all think and see you soon!
I missed this place so much. A lot has happened, a lot of family losses. Some expected, some don't. The whole world is in a weird state I guess and I was just in the centre of my own tragic chapter. Hope you all are doing good and better then I do atm.
I am focusing on my little fanfiction again and want to finish enough to post this weekend.
Right now, you have to be a team player. You cannot complain about AI being used to fuck over your industry and then turn around and use it on somebody else’s industry.
No AI book covers. No making funny little videos using deepfakes to make an actor say stuff they never did. No AI translation of your book. No AI audiobooks. No AI generated moodboards or fancasts or any of that shit. No feeding someone else’s unfinished work into Chat GPT “because you just want to know how it ends*” (what the fuck is wrong with you?). No playing around with AI generated 3D assets you can’t ascertain the origin of. None of it. And stop using AI filters on your selfies or ESPECIALLY using AI on somebody else’s photo or artwork.
We are at a crossroad and at a time of historically shitty conditions for working artists across ALL creative fields, and we gotta stick together. And you know what? Not only is standing up for other artists against exploitation and theft the morally correct thing to do, it’s also the professionally smartest thing to do, too. Because the corporations will fuck you over too, and then they do it’s your peers that will hold you up. And we have a long memory.
Don’t make the mistake of thinking “your peers” are only the people in your own industry. Writers can’t succeed without artists, editors, translators, etc making their books a reality. Illustrators depend on writers and editors for work. Video creators co-exist with voice actors and animators and people who do 3D rendering etc. If you piss off everyone else but the ones who do the exact same job you do, congratulations! You’ve just sunk your career.
Always remember: the artists who succeed in this career path, the ones who get hired or are sought after for commissions or collaboration, they aren’t the super talented “fuck you I got mine” types. They’re the one who show up to do the work and are easy to get along with.
And they especially are not scabs.
*that’s not even how it ends that’s a statistically likely and creatively boring way for it to end. Why would you even want to read that.
“love, i’ll find us a seat while you wait for simon.” your boyfriend says in the most calm and mature way possible, making you nod with a little smile. you hate when he calls you ‘love’ — memories of when you and your ex husband were together start filling up your mind. you quickly shake it off, though, clearing your throat as you wait for simon’s arrival. your son grabs your hand, looking up at you with a smile.
“mom, where’s dad?” theo sounds excited to see his father, as if it was rare to see him. simon, however, is a very involved dad in your child’s life, he’s never absent; which is obviously, a very good thing. as for your relationship with him… the two of you still get along together. but at the same time, you still put up a fight with simon every now and then, just because you can’t really let go of your resentment for him — you’re not proud of it, though.
“i guess he’s here, baby.” you answer in a playful tone as you smile at simon from afar. he’s walking awkwardly towards the two of you, all alone. simon sighs quietly as he approaches theo with a big smile. “hey there, champion.” he greets his son with a messy stroke on his hair, before crouching in front of him. “you ready to win?” simon grins as the kid nod with a happy smile. “that’s my guy!” he chuckles, picking theo up as they hug tightly. you just stand there with a genuine soft smile on your lips.
“let me say hi to mom, right?” simon says to theo in a playful soft manner as he turns his gaze at you. “hi, simon.” you say with a friendly smile, staring at him. simon hugs you with his free arm, while the other is busy holding theo. he strokes your back gently, kissing your cheek. your heart misses a beat for some reason, you hate that simon has always been too touchy for your liking. “what’s up?” he grins.
“where’s your girlfriend? we were expecting her.” you say with a sincere smile, since his girlfriend is a lovely woman that treats your son very well, just like your boyfriend. “we broke up.” simon chuckles, shrugging. he doesn’t seem to care at all. “what? why? just like that?” you frown, curious. theo alternates his gaze between his mom and dad. “it didn’t work out.” he mutters in a tired tone. what he wanted to say was: if it isn’t with you, it won’t be with anyone. “i… i think i’m better off alone.” simon adds with a half hearted smile. you swallow hard, nodding softly. you sure can’t keep talking about this subject with him.
“let’s go, then. it’s time, huh?” you say with a happy smile while you stroke theo’s cheek. he kisses your cheek before wrapping his tiny arms around simon’s neck. you chuckle quietly as the three of you head to the football field, since the game’s about to start. simon puts theo on the ground with a smile. “good luck, buddy. you’re a champion either way, don’t forget that. you make me the proudest dad in the entire world. i’m sure mommy is the proudest mom in the entire world too.” simon smiles sweetly as he strokes theo’s hair. “i truly am. don’t be nervous, baby. just do what you do best.” you smile too, kissing his cheek. “i love you, dad. i love you, mom.” he replies with a chuckle before waving at the two of you as he runs into the field with the team.
“where’s your man?” simon looks at you with a side smirk, mockingly. you roll your eyes, chuckling. you both keep walking to the bleachers to meet with your boyfriend. “he’s… there.” you point at your boyfriend with a chuckle. he’s on his phone, waiting for the two of you. “of course he is.” simon mutters with an annoyed chuckle, more to himself than to you. however, you hear it anyway. you sigh heavily, ignoring his words. “hey, simon!” your boyfriend greets him with a smile and a shake of hands. “here, i saved a place for us.” he adds. simon nods with a smile as the two of you sit next to each other. you’re in the middle. and you want to die.
“i bought a bottle of water for you, love.” your boyfriend says as he caresses your thigh. you smile nervously as you grab the bottle, swallowing hard. “thanks, babe.” you mutter, drinking it instantly. simon briefly looks at your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh and he sighs quietly, licking his lips. he looks at the ground, wondering why the hell he’s still sitting next to you, when he could be sitting anywhere else. simon tries to be mature when it comes to you, but he can’t, because he knows that you were the one who asked for a divorce, when all he wanted was to be by your side and try to make things right again.
the game finally starts, making simon clear his throat and shake these awful thoughts off his mind. he focus on theo. you focus on simon’s knee touching yours. god, you feel so bad, so guilty. why are you even paying attention to simon’s knee when your boyfriend’s hand is caressing your thigh? or when your son is on the field, during an important game? you’ve never changed. it has always been about simon. it’s all for him. all you ever do, all you ever think about. you sigh heavily, but you regret doing so when both of them stare at you.
“you good, love?” your boyfriend asks with concern in his voice. simon almost passes out when he hears this stupid man calling you ‘love’ again. he sounds pathetic. simon clears his throat while looking away, trying to focus on theo’s game. “y-yeah.” you reply silently, touching your boyfriend’s thigh in a reassuring way. god, simon just wants to take your hand away from this asshole’s thigh and hold it to himself. he can’t keep doing this anymore. “i think i’ll watch the game from the grid, i can’t see theo from up here.” simon says as he avoid your eyes.
“you’re lying, but whatever.” you mutter with a dry chuckle, as you both still don’t look at each other. your boyfriend gets tense. “don’t even start, y/n.” simon replies in an annoyed tone, shaking his head impatiently. “you’re such an asshole, i swear. you just can’t have a good time in family.” you roll your eyes, you just realize now that you’re standing next to him as you two start a fight again. “oh, so he’s family now?” simon frowns in disbelief as he looks at your boyfriend briefly before looking back at you.
“i came here because i love my son and i’ll always be an example of father figure in his life. so don’t you say to me that i can’t have a good time in family. and by family, i mean us. you, me and theo, only.” simon explains with anger in his voice, even though his tone is low, he hates to make a scene in public. you sigh impatiently as you close your eyes for a second. you grab simon’s arm and lead him out of the bleachers so the two of you can argue in private. “your boyfriend will never be a part of the family, whether you like it or not.” simon pulls away from your touch just to grab your arm and push you against the wall in a very subtle, gentle way.
your face are inches away from his as you swallow hard, trying to control your breathing. it’s been months since the last time you’ve been this close to him. “you’re too close, simon.” you remind him in an annoyed whisper. he stares at your lips before locking eyes with you. “i’m sorry.” he swallows hard before pulling away. you finally can breathe normally. “listen, i understand that my boyfriend will never be a part of our family, but he’s my family too, whether you like it or not.” you say in a firm tone. simon just seems even worse now.
“you can’t be serious.” he chuckles dryly as he stares at you from a certain distance. “are you, by any chance, willing to marry him?” he frowns, crossing his arms in disbelief. “what if i am?” you bite back, crossing your arms in annoyance. “then you’re dumber than i thought.” he mocks at you with a dry smile. “you know what, y/n? just marry him, get it over with. it would save me from a lot of stress.” simon licks his lips nervously as he sighs. “we can’t keep fighting every time we see each other, simon.” you sigh defeatedly, stepping in his personal space.
“no, we can’t keep seeing each other.” he replies in a low tone, looking into your eyes. “or else… you might be my downfall.” simon adds in a sad mocking tone. “just go back to your boyfriend, y/n. he’s waiting for you.” he points at your boyfriend with his head, feeling defeated, for some reason. you look at your boyfriend’s worried face. suddenly, you get angry. it’s not his right to watch you and the father of your child argue about important stuff. or not so important.
simon gives you one last look before walking away. he regrets putting up a fight with you this time, for stupid reasons. for his jealousy. maybe he should accept the fact that you’re over him, even though he’s right where you left him. simon stares at the field with empty eyes, watching theo score a goal. he can’t help but smile, a sad one, but still. theo is what keeps him going. you watch simon from afar as your boyfriend hugs you tightly.
the game ends and you walk towards the field to see theo. you told your boyfriend to stay away from it, because you don’t want simon to lose it again. theo sees you and simon from afar and starts running towards his parents. you both crouch to give him a family hug. “i told you!” simon chuckles with a huge smile as theo keeps squeezing the both of you. “congratulations, baby.” you kiss theo’s forehead. “i saw that goal, little one. you’re a professional.” simon adds with a caring playful tone in his voice. “you and mom, together… was my motivation.” theo says with a lovely expression, sweat running down his forehead.
the statement makes simon’s smile fade away, just like yours. you both look at each other, then at theo. “we’ll always be there for you.” you say with a soft smile, caressing his cheek. “always.” simon adds, smiling weakly. you both stand up, avoiding each other’s eyes. “mom, can i sleep at dad’s house tonight?” theo looks up at you with a smile. simon chuckles quietly, squeezing theo’s hand gently. “of course, my love.” you reply with a smile, looking at simon briefly.
“i’ll miss you, though.” you say in a playful tone, caressing his hair. “i’ll bring him home tomorrow night, if that’s okay with you.” simon looks at you with an empty expression. you nod in silence. you’re both staring at each other with so much resentment. simon seems to constantly swallow all of the things he wants to say to you, just like your words keep getting stuck in your throat. “i’m sorry for earlier.” simon breaks the silence, still staring at you. theo frowns slightly. you press your lips together, holding back a cry or something among those lines.
“you know that i’ll always care for you. i’ll always want to see you happy, even without me being a part of your happiness. i’ll always love you, you’ll always be the second most important person in my life, because the first is our child.” simon adds with a sad smile as he caress your cheek softly. “s-simon, stop.” you mutter in a tremble voice as you smile sadly. “you know that i feel the same. you’ll always be a part of my life. of me. so please, let’s just… work together. let’s stop arguing over the stupidest things.” you’re tearing up and you think it’s embarassing.
“don’t cry, love.” he says in a firm but soft tone, you and theo can notice all of his love for you. when simon calls you ‘love’, it feels right. his hand is still on your face, caressing your soft cheek. “shh, it’s okay…” simon pulls you into a tight hug, stroking your back gently. theo is confused but he hates to see his mom cry, so he hugs your legs as well. “i’ve got you.” he mutters with a mournful voice as he places a sweet kiss on your forehead. you pull slightly away with a little smile as you nod weakly. simon wipes your tears with both of his thumbs as you caress his arm.
“drive safe.” you say as you look into his eyes, squeezing his arm gently. “of course. we’re gonna have a lot of fun, right?” simon looks at theo with a small smile, picking him up. “yes, mom. don’t worry.” theo reassures you with a kiss on your cheek. “stop being sad, mom. it’s okay.” he adds with a concerned look, but he has a weak smile on his lips. you chuckle quietly, pouting. “you’re just the sweetest, huh? just like your father.” you cup theo’s face, kissing his nose. simon’s heart misses a beat with your words.
“i’ll see you tomorrow. take care.” simon looks at you, smiling half heartedly. you nod, smiling back. “you too. i love you guys.” you sigh quietly, pulling your hands away from theo. simon starts walking away as they both wave playfully at you. “love you, mommy!” theo yells, making you laugh quietly. “love you more!” you yell back, blowing him a kiss. your boyfriend appears next to you after a few seconds, making you smile at him.
“dad, why didn’t you tell mom that you love her too?” theo says next to simon’s ear, since they’re already in the car. “because she knows it, buddy.” simon chuckles softly as he stares at his son with a raised eyebrow. “but… if she loves you and you love her back, why aren’t you together?” theo frowns, touching simon’s face. “because… she loves me as a friend. mommy’s in love with someone else, now.” simon tries to put it in a simple way, theo seems surprised, but he ends up nodding. “then who is your love, dad?” theo scratches the back of his neck.
“still your mom.” simon chuckles sadly. “but don’t tell her that, kiddo. it’s our secret.” he says in a playful tone as he tickles theo.
You know what? I believe that you can finish your writing project. I believe you can update your fic. I believe you can work on your WIP. I don't care if you think it's cringy or bad. I don't care if we've never met or interacted in our whole lives. I believe in you. Keep going - you've got this.
Okay so I have a whole fanfiction in my head, I think maybe the first three chapters are already written and I am so fucking unsure...so much overthinking and changes and rereading and yeah I don't know if I'll ever post all of it but this part just wanders in my brain almost every day and I have to share it, so...here goes nothing I guess...
Warning: NSWF!, 18+, p in v, smut (and only smut), basically Price taking you as you are and as quick and sloppy as he can (yikes)
Summary: You had the chance to get to know Price for a few months now and the tension builds up. He surprises you with his actions. Less talking, more action ;)
Would love to hear some feedback...maybe the whole thing will be posted someday, I don't know...so yeah, bye for now!
°•°•°•°•°•° Tell me to stop °•°•°•°•°•°
"Hope she didn't cause you problems, John?" You look at him as he circles the small of your back. Farah smiling slightly at him. "Not at all, a charming presence in the passenger seat.", Price nodding to Farah as she's leaving through the door.
The moment the door shuts he turns to you, grabbing you under both armpits and kissing you aggressively. You gasp for air as he stops: "Shit, that was unexpected.", you moan into his mouth. He hums with closed eyes, breathing heavily: "I can't hold back any longer. You got me under some spell, birdie. I don' know what you do, but you should stop. Gets us both in trouble." You look up, grinning slightly: "What if I don't want to stop?" He grins back and picks you up. You wrap your legs around him as good as you can with all his gear attached finding hold in his gear belt. John looks right into your eyes. He hums and kisses you wildly, pushing his tongue over yours. Lovingly circling, entangling into your mouth, exploring every corner. You follow his lead and feel a hard surface under your behind as he sits you down. "We shouldn't…", you whisper, stroking his beard lovingly. "No, we really shouldn't…", he affirms. "Tell me to stop." He states before kissing your neck, biting and licking the hurt he just caused away. You moan and grab his back, him removing his chest rig and battle belt with one hand while holding you by your back close to him. The gear falling with a loud thud to the floor. "Tell me to stop, sweetheart…"
He unbuckles his pants while kissing your neck, you push yourself closer to him, after removing your shirt. He moves his head towards your sports bra, pulling it up and kissing your nipple before sucking it lovingly. You let out a sharp moan while pulling your head back in awe. "Come on…tell me…please…", he begs as he unbuckles your pants and you help him pull them off. "John…", you gasp. His eyes now fixated on you without moving away. You pull him in for a kiss by his neck and run your hand through his hair.
He pulls out his cock, you taking your fingers into your mouth after freeing yourself from the intoxicating kiss. His eyes widen. "Y/N…tell me to…" you reach down with your wet hand and start stroking him a few times before he pushes your hand away, picking you up and pulling you down in a firm grip. Down on his now throbbing cock, leaking of precum and twitching. "Tell me to stop, please…this is so wrong, in so many ways…you…argh fuck?!" He hisses as he starts thrusting into you and you start moving him in deeper and deeper, until his tip touches the sweet spot in your cervix.
"John…" 'He fits too good. It won't be long.' "Yes birdie? Talk to me…" he presses out before growling and picking you up slightly to push into you with more force. You moan loudly and hold onto his back, your head buried in his shoulder, the legs around his hips. "John…" "Y/N…" you both huff into each others mouths and rhythmically thrust into each other. You holding on by his back, him holding you by your behind. The sweet pain is almost unbearable, the sore muscles from the rather difficult position. "Just…tell…me…hnghn…tell me…to…" he groans out as his eyes roll back. His thrusts becoming sloppy and hard. Your climax nearing as well. "Oh John…" "Tell me…", he still tries. "Don't stop John, don't your dare…oh my…" you let out a moan before stopping your breath and releasing all the tension of the last months.
You come quivering and shaking uncontrollably. He follows with a low grunt under his beard. His eyes piercing blue fixated on yours. You stare back as he rides it out on you, as he breathes heavy and grips your sweaty body with his trembling hands. His gaze never leaves you as he puts you on the table. You both calm down, him still in you, getting slightly soft. You touch by the foreheads and breathe slowly, simultaneously. Your one hand fondling his neck, the other on his now sweaty chest. He caresses your upper left shoulder and holds you still by your right hip.
It's an almost tantrical moment you both drink up as if it is the last water on this planet. "You should have told me to stop my love…" he sighs. You look at his lips and he smiles and kisses you again. Slower this time, with a passion you never experienced before. You give in immediately and enjoy this tender touch. He frees your lips again and trembles a little. His cock still semi hard in you, his pants by his ankles, as he pulls out slowly and agonizingly. You let out a gasp and his fluid oozes out ever so slowly. "I…shit…", He gazes down to inspect his work. "Filled you up pretty good, eh?" You both chuckle and he takes his undershirt laying on the table to clean you up.
You do the rest and he gives you your pants. You both get dressed next to each other stealing glances of each other's bodies from time to time. After being finished you both stand in front of each other and he lovingly touches your cheek. Such a contrast to his thrusting a few moments earlier. Making you warm and wet again.
"That was too dangerous to ever happen again in such a surrounding. We should meet up at base birdie, what you think?" You blush and nod. "Just never tell me to stop…ever again." "Understood, sweetheart." You brush his moustache with your lips, closed eyes and a warm smile following. His eyes widen at this action and he wraps around you without a warning. "I look forward to it." You smile as he huffs into your shoulder. The knock on the door wakes you up from your moment.
Sarah and Simon’s wedding. Any hints on how it went for them?
...Well! 🫦 *draws breath*
First, they frolic around Florence all cute and happy before the ceremony. Simon takes her to galleries -> somehow the idea of this giant soldier listening to his enthusiastic, sparkly-eyed wife-to-be giving him a monologue about a painting like Birth of Venus does things to me. He def. gets a hard-on from that, and Sarah gets all flustered when she notices. ("We're in a gallery, for god's sake" or "I should've known you can't behave yourself" while her eyes are just wide and shining from love)
As for the wedding: nothing too fancy, nothing too luxurious or overly elegant. Instead, crazy romantic – nothing is official and there will be no legal documents on any marriage taking place, but Simon would do his all to make the day memorable for the both of them. He loves to pamper and spoil Sarah, even if she gets shy about it (she loves it actually). So good food and a beautiful dress are a must, and the venue has to be something Sarah would love – something historical, from the romantic period, perhaps. Some old villa with lemon trees or magnolias, a wild garden that is overwhelming to the senses, nothing too pruned or symmetrical. They spend their wedding night there, too, sleep late in the morning and have a hedonistic 2-hour brunch in the garden.
I don't know if even Soap would be present because we're talking about a secret elopement here. Simon would have a hard time asking John to be his best man, and Sarah has yet to see him too many times, so it might be just the two of them + someone suitable to conduct the ceremony. After all, the marriage is mainly a powerful symbolic gesture from Simon that he is dedicated to Sarah and wants to grow old with her (I see them planting those apple trees in Simon's "hideout" later that summer: one for her and one for him).
But what would be even more monumental than the actual wedding is the honeymoon that follows.
Simon takes weeks, almost a month off his work to explore Italy and especially the seaside together. There is an overdose of art, culture, good food and wine. Sarah tries to teach Simon to appreciate a good Amarone or Valpolicella and he's just like I'd rather not but gives in like he always does (*sigh* "Let's try it then, dove"). There's lots of swimming and hikes in the woodlands and just all kinds of fun under the sun, and all around them, the nature is blooming.
Sometimes they are too tired to even make love because they've been too busy going around yet another bend or a corner to see if there is a great view or a better restaurant or a hidden beach empty of people. But he brings her breakfast in bed, and it usually ends in slow, passionate sex before they venture out again. Or then there's the occasional quickie in the shower just before dinner. Her cheeks are still flushed when they rush to their reservation and the waiter brings the menus to the table (Simon only looks annoyingly content with himself).
If one thing is sure, it's this: Simon gets actual dimples on his cheeks from that honeymoon, and Sarah teases him about it for the rest of their lives.
Every time the weather turns cold and rainy in London, they remember their Italian summer and the gardens filled with foreign scents and their wedding night which was a little too hot to get some sleep, not to talk of making love (of course they still did and were all sweaty and spent afterward, poor things), they remember their walks on the beaches filled with beautiful sea shells and how they should go back there someday, but Simon says it would never be the same... so they decide they will explore a new country and a new place every year. A few weeks, almost a month off from work, no matter what, so they can go and have some adventures and a slice of peace and live their lives to the full. 💞
Been there once for a whole month and fell in love instantly! A must for every history, art and architecture lover. Every corner is a highlight 😍👌
Wedding - Lake Como
You can not convince me otherwise, it has to be Lake Como. Sailed by and my head just stopped working. Such a beautiful place and dripping with romance.
Fun fact, the marriage between Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker was celebrated in the garden of Villa del Balbianello overlooking Lake Como.💘
After the wedding - Honeymoon
No words needed 🥰
Thanks for the inspiration @kneelingshadowsalome 💖
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