You knew this wasn't a good idea. You felt it the entire drive, but you hadn't said anything. You're in the passenger seat, and I pretend not to notice you fidgeting. "I get it if you want to back out," I say, my tone soft, almost pleading. "We... we might be able to figure something else out..." You know I don't want that. You reasure me that you're okay with... this. We arrive. I hand you the car keys. "You remember your safe word, right?" I ask, and you nod. You found it odd that you have one, and I don't... "I'm... gonna go now... s-see you soon..." But that's not really true, is it? We won't see each other. You'll see prey, I'll see my predator. You reach into the glove box to grab what I prepared for you. Your blood runs just as cold at the metal as you realize what you're touching. It was supposed to be dull, but it wasn't. I gave you a real fucking knife. You steady your breath as you hold it. Fine, you think. If I need this so badly, it's exactly what I'm going to get. If this is the only thing I can get off on, you're going to make sure I do. You decide then and there to punish me, to make me regret pressuring you, such a soft and loving partner, into such an ugly and sadistic role. Sooner or later, you'll find me. Hurt me as much as you need to subdue me. Drag me to the abandoned cabin nearby and do whatever you want to me for the rest of the night. You know, as you step out of the car, that the hunt has begun.
jinxed-lynxs-blog said:Not sure if a Kink, but john being the assassin he is, i guess you could call it a hunt kink? Where his partner will hide either house or property/forest, and he has to track them down?
I don’t know if this was a request but I couldn’t resist writing something for it! I used some parts for a piece I wrote years ago because I’m lazy. Also not really proof read, written half asleep while I’m waiting for RDR2 to download.
Warnings: rough sex, being chased?, very bad words.
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep 'em on a leash - Hozier, Arsonist’s Lullaby
John is restless. He hasn’t been on a mission in a while, in fact, since you’ve been together. You’ve never told him to stop, but you can sense he doesn’t want you to see that side of him, coming home late at night covered in bruises and blood that isn’t his. The novelty of domestic life suits him, he likes cuddling with you, lazy mornings, making you coffee, reading by the fire in the evening while you attempt to come up with creative ways to make him kiss you and take you to bed.
Tonight though, you watch his profile as he reads, see his eyes flick over the same page several times, unseeing. He fidgets his knee up and down and slides his hand over his beard, tapping a long finger against his top lip. He’s so handsome, warm looking, alluring, and you realise with a rush that goes from your head to your groin that you want him.
“John.” you say, breaking the taut silence of the room, making the man in front of you start a little, before drawing himself back from the darkness of his thoughts to focus on you.
“I want us to play a game.”
He stares at you while you explain your idea, smirking first with amused adoration, then slightly patronising as he tilts his head. “Hide and seek baby? With me that wouldn’t be much of a game.”
“No John.” shaking your head you stand and stretch your limbs, revelling in the way John’s dark eyes track your movements. “I want you to hunt me.”
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Bad ideas always start with good intentions, and as you’re wedged under the bed you are starting to regret this one. Dust in your throat, you press a hand over your mouth to stifle a cough. You barely even hear John enter the room before he’s grabbed you by your ankle and dragged you out, staring down at you with that amused smirk, still slightly pitying in tone. It enrages you and you pull out of his grasp, leaning against the bed, pouting.
John laughs slightly and shrugs. “You’re going to have to try harder than that…”
“Fine, but you’re not taking this seriously.” you say sulkily.
“Should I be?” John looks puzzled then, searching your eyes for answers. Breathlessly, shyly, you attempt to explain. “Yes, I want it to be real, I want to be scared John.”
“You don’t ever need to be scared of me.” he answers, reflex quick and you shake your head, squeezing his shoulder. “I know that, idiot.” you stall, lost for words and John assesses you, taking in your squirming form, your heated cheeks, and slowly nodding in response.
“Since you called me an idiot you better run extra fast.” he almost growls then, his eyes gone impossibly dark.
“Fuck…” you breathe, his growl vibrating along your spine and setting your skin tingling. John grabs your chin and tilts your face up so you can look into his eyes. You see nothing but love, understanding and acceptance.
“Run sweetheart.” he says.
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Using your head start you make for the back door, almost falling out of it you know if you hurt yourself or twist your ankle John will never play this game with you again. Bearing this in mind you run carefully through the leaves and into the small group of trees of the edge of the cabin that you and John share. The darkness of the forest is different to that of the garden, where the grass was illuminated by light from the moon. In here, the air is thicker, the darkness taking on a heavy quality, it’s almost alive. The moon cuts through the trees like a knife blade, showing you a pathway. A branch scratches your arm as you move and you wince, but push on. Not too far away you hear the sound of the door being flung open, John is on your trail.
“Fuck fuck fuck” you mutter out loud, almost forgetting that the whole point of the game is for John to find you. Suddenly it feels very real. After all, John is a assassin, a killer, he can take on any number of men and survive, using both stealth and skill. One girl is nothing to him, a speck of dirt that is easily rubbed out. Reminding yourself this man loves you and would never hurt you doesn’t stop the pounding in your heart as you pause at a fallen tree, wondering if you can fit inside. You realise the game is exciting you just as much, even though you’ve done this for John, to help his boredom, you feel simultaneously afraid and aroused, it’s confusing as hell.
When people hide on TV or in films it’s never so messy. You cringe as dirt slides over your skin from the tree, matted leaves catch in your hair and your legs are awkwardly twisted. Still, you’re inside the rotted trunk, and you’re hidden, at least to regular human eyes. You don’t have to lay still for long before you hear John coming. He is not attempting to be quiet, but is humming under his breath, almost taunting you.
“I’m coming to get you little girl…” he sing-songs and you bite your lip not to whimper.
His footsteps pause, and you imagine him, scanning the trees for any sign of you. The urge to see him in his hunter pose is too much and you peak out through a crack in the tree trunk, you can’t resist a look, even if it costs you the game. John is stood, all in black, almost merging with the darkness of the forest. His attitude has changed, and he looks nothing like the soft, charming man you’re used to living with. His shoulders are tight, like a crossbow pulled back, his strong thighs bent slightly, his hands twitching by his sides, as if craving a weapon to hold. He is smiling, but his eyes are two black focused darts, sweeping the scene like a laser beam.
It is amazing to see him like this, and as he moves towards you in one smooth, animalistic movement fear combines with desire, licking up the bottom of your spine. Almost ripping the tree apart he unearths you, pulling you out from your hiding place, his hands under your armpits, lifting you as if you’re a child, or a rag doll.
“I told you to run” he murmurs, the look in his eyes is dangerous, his chest is heaving with panting breaths, his voice is rough and low and betrays his arousal even if you couldn’t see the outline of his cock pressing hard against his fly.
“I did” you whimper as he glares and bends his head to kiss you, passionate and unrelenting, nipping your bottom lip viciously.
“Not far enough, not fast enough.”
“I tried John, let me up…” you struggle intentionally weak against him and he holds you easily with a snide look in his eyes.
“Are you serious? I won the game...I get my prize…”
“Your prize? Oh... “ you words dissolve into a shameless moan as John simultaneously bites your neck and pushes away your clothes, roughly groping your breasts and pinching your nipples
Unable to resist any longer you move your fingers to his zipper and pull him out, hot and throbbing against your palm as you stroke him. John’s mouth falls open as he lets out a quiet whine, moving his larger hand on top of yours to force you to speed up your strokes. He seems to want it rough, and you feel exactly the same way.
His hands hold you easily, cupping your spine as he lays you down on a patch of dry leaves. John crawls on top of you, his hips jerking a little as if of their own accord, rutting against like a wild creature in his need. “Put your hands over your head.” he commands with an authority and you nod, following the direction, twisting them together as if bound, and looking up at him imploringly.
Pinning you with a glare he kisses you again moving his hand inside your underwear he swears when he finds you soaking, pushing two fingers inside you desperate to feel your heat, before he regains control of himself and moves them teasingly in and out, never quite hard or deep enough. “I see...you like this, you like the chase?”
“I like being caught.” you pant, trying to grind down against his hand hard enough to get yourself off.
“Turn over.” he groans. “If you like being hunted like an animal I’m going to fuck you like one.”
Thrilled, you get yourself on all fours, glad to be off the hard ground, you wonder somewhere in the back of your mind if John is doing this for your comfort. He crouches over you and you hear the clink of metal as he undoes his belt, the sound sending an unexpected bolt of arousal through you, he pulls back on your hips so your ass is cushioned against him and pushes inside you with one smooth stroke, not waiting to let you adjust before starting to move.
Your breath is stolen and your close your eyes trying to get some control of your body. John won’t seem to let you however, moving his fingers between your legs and rubbing your clit as he moves in a figure of eight inside you. You scramble for a purchase but he just holds you, fucking into you and you have no choice just to let him bounce you on his cock, let him touch you until you can practically feel a fire ball building in your cunt.
“John! Fuck...let me…” you plead, not sure what you’re begging for as he slides one hand up your throat . Your thighs are pressed together making you feel even tighter to him, and the sounds he is making in your ear, the filth spilling from this usually reticent man’s mouth gives you a clue he is lost just as you are.
“Scream all you want, no one can hear you out here...” John mutters in your ear. The words are rich with praise as he urges you towards your climax both with words and the never ending stroke of his fingers against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Bucking back against him you let yourself go, clenching around him and riding out the pleasure for as long as you can as it strums through your veins like a drug. John holds you as you come apart, pausing just to revel in the sensations before his primal need surfaces once more, grasping your shoulders he thrusts a few more brutal times then comes inside you, the evidence of his claim on you trickles down your inner thigh.
John lays on top of you on the forest floor for a few moments before he comes back to himself, realising you’re both outside at night on damp leaves amongst bugs and god knows what else he gives a pained bellow and pulls you up. Your knees shake shamefully and you lean into his solid side with a grateful sigh. He helps you back to the house and shoves you in front of the fire, not speaking while he fusses round you, washing the dirt off your face with a warm washcloth, picking the leaves out of your hair and frowning at the scratches on your arms as if they personally offended him.
“I’m okay…” you reassure him, your eyes heavy with post coital bliss, loving him more than ever. You wonder how you can convince him that you enjoyed the game and that you are not so breakable as he thinks. John knows you well though, and as he lifts you up to bed and curls around you, making you feel tiny and safe he licks at your ear, sending a thrill of lust through your exhausted body.
“We are definitely doing that again…” Squealing with glee you hug him tighter to you and sleep, happy in the knowledge you have a man who is willing to take such good care of you, but also able to fuck you into the ground if you ask for it.
When you wake, late the next morning, stretching luxuriously in the knowledge you have a day off work. You are alone, but turn your head to see a note from John on the pillow.
Omg that was amazing!!! I didnt expect you to right something so amazing! Ive kinda had that kink for John for a while haha defianlty should do the part 2 of finding the reader ;) maybe he leaves traps for her if she fails haha
thank you! And haha yes, what an idea. John would be very good at hiding, he is a stealthy sonofabitch. In fact, he’d probably turn it around again, you’re stalking him and suddenly he’s behind you, his hand over your mouth and telling you not to scream, but that he could hear you coming a mile off. He tries to teach you how to hide and seek like a true assassin.
Traps as you say, without getting a little ‘Saw’, he’d probably rig up a fake ‘John’ as a joke, meaning you find a dummy with a note on it just to taunt you and wind you up while he’s giggling from his hiding place. He’d use camouflage and then pull you down into the leaves with him.
Or he’d stay hidden and let you find him in a dark cupboard, pull you inside with him and kiss you breathless. It becomes a little game he loves to play, and you’re never sure who will be hunting who. Maybe you prearrange for him to ‘break in’ to your house at night and he creeps in bed and wakes you up in the best way…
He’s a big soft bear for you but he does love to respond to your every request and kink, just rolling with it if he makes you happy. Let’s not forget, he has a wild side too.
