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Loving Husband pt 2

Olderhusband!Price 🤝 YoungerWife!Reader 🤝 Trying for a baby

The beginning is a lil sad I'm sorry

Part 1 Part 3

It had been two months. Two months of trying, of hoping, of praying, and yet still no positive result. Each negative pregnancy test was a dagger to your heart, a cruel reminder of the unfairness of life. Despite your tears and sorrow, John remained steadfast in his support and love, comforting you in your moments of despair and promising you that they would eventually achieve their dream of starting a family together.

"We're gonna get there my love," he assured you one night after another failed attempt left you in floods of tears. "Just hang in there for me, okay? We're stronger together, remember?" His words were a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink of desolation and giving you the strength to keep fighting, to keep believing that someday they would succeed in bringing a child into their lives.

You wiped away your tears and took deep breaths, John saw you were trying to stay positive for him and for yourself. "I love you. So much" You managed to say through ragged breaths.

John watched as you struggled to regain control of yourself, wiping away your tears and taking deep, steadying breaths. He could see the effort it cost you, the battle you waged against your own despair, and it only made his admiration and love for you grow stronger. Seeing you try to stay positive for his sake touched him deeply, reminding him once again of why you were the love of his life.

"I love you too, baby," he said softly, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against his chest. "We'll make this happen...together." His words were a vow, a promise that they would not give up, that they would continue to fight and hope and pray until their dreams of becoming parents were realized.

John held you tight as you cried on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a long time, just crying and clinging onto him. But eventually you calmed down and looked up at John with teary eyes.

As you calmed down and looked up at him with tears still glistening in your eyes, John smiled softly and gently wiped away the last of your tears with his thumbs. His heart ached at the pain he saw etched across your features, but he knew that all he could do was be there for you, to support and love you through the difficult times. "You okay now, baby?" he asked gently, cupping her cheek in his palm and leaning in to press a tender kiss against her lips.

You nodded slowly and kissed John back, feeling yourself calm down even more at the feel of his lips against yours. "With you by my side.... I'll always be okay" You whispered.

John smiled warmly at your words, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He knew that you were right; with you by his side, he could weather any storm, face any challenge, and overcome any obstacle. Together, they were strong enough to conquer anything, including their shared dream of starting a family.

"And with you by my side, I can accomplish anything," he replied softly, pulling you closer and resting his forehead against yours. "So let's keep fighting, yeah? Let's keep trying and hoping and praying...until we finally get our happy ending."

John pulled you close again, hugging you tight as you buried your face into his chest. Your heart beat steady against his ear as you breathed him in. A tear rolled down your cheek as you thought about everything you had gone through together, all the ups and downs, the good times and bad. But despite it all, here you were, still together, still fighting, still loving each other.

Feeling you bury your face into his chest and hear the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his ear filled John with a profound sense of contentment and peace. He held you close, wrapping his arms around you and savouring the warmth of your body pressed against his own. As he felt the warm trickle of a tear against his skin, he knew that you were thinking about all they'd been through together, the trials and tribulations they'd faced, and the strength of their enduring love.*

"Hey," he murmured softly, tilting your chin up with a finger under your jawline. "No more tears, okay? We're strong...we can do this."

Feeling your soft lips against his own, John knew that you were pouring all of your love and affection into that single kiss. He returned your embrace passionately, his hands cradling your face as he lost himself in the taste and feel of you. The kiss was a testament to their enduring love, a symbol of their unbreakable bond and their unwavering determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

After breaking the kiss, you rested your head on John's chest again, listening to his heart beat. "Don't forget Soap's invited us for a BBQ this weekend" You reminded John.

At the mention of the barbecue, John chuckled softly, his hand stroking through your hair soothingly. "Yeah, I did forget about that didn't I?" He said, smiling. "Well, maybe it's a sign. Maybe we should go, have some fun, take our minds off things for a bit." His words were hopeful, filled with the belief that perhaps changing their environment might lead to a change in fortune.

You smiled up at John and nodded "Yeah, you're right. We need to take our mind off things. And besides, I'm sure Soap will have plenty of booze, we could use a few drinks." You giggled.

John grinned at your suggestion, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm. "You read my mind, sweetheart," he said, winking playfully. "A few drinks, some good food, and great company...sounds like just what we need."

"But first," he added, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. "How about we take a nice hot bath together? Soak away our troubles for a while..."

Your cheeks turned pink as John suggested a hot bath together. You giggled and playfully pushed him away. "Naughty boy! You're trying to seduce me when I'm supposed to be sad!" You teased him, he always knew how to cheer you up.

John laughed at your teasing, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "When am I ever not trying to seduce you, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling you back into his arms and nuzzling your neck.

"But you're right," he continued, his voice dropping to a low purr. "You are supposed to be sad. So how about this? I'll make you laugh, cry, scream...and then I'll make you scream some more. Deal?"

You giggled at John's proposal, running your fingers through his hair as you looked into his eyes. "Deal" You whispered, kissing him again before leading him towards the bathroom where you drew them both a hot bubble bath.

Following you into the bathroom, John couldn't help but admire your figure from behind. Your curves were enticing, your ass round and plump - a sight that never failed to stir his desires. His eyes locked onto you as you started drawing the bath.

"You know," he said, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I think I've got a better idea..."

Before you could react, he bent you over the edge of the bathtub, spreading your legs wide apart. He then plunged to fingers into your tight cunt.

Caught off guard, you gasped as John's fingers entered you roughly. You gripped the edge of the tub tightly as he began to finger fuck you. You moaned loudly, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

Feeling your tight walls clench around his fingers, John groaned in pleasure, his cock throbbing with need. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside you.

"God, you're so wet," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "And you sound so fucking delicious..."

Your whole body trembled as John fingered you relentlessly. You reached down between your legs and began to rub your clit, amplifying your pleasure as you moaned and whimpered.

Hearing you moan and whimper, John felt his control slipping. His cock was painfully hard, begging for attention. Pulling his fingers out of you, he spun you around and pushed you against the wall next to the bathtub. He then lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, giving him easy access to your dripping cunt.

Caught by surprise, you let out a loud gasp as John thrust into you, filling you completely. Your legs quivered around his waist as he began to pound into you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clawed at him.

Feeling your nails dig into his shoulders, John groaned in pleasure, his hips slapping against yours as he pounded into you. His cock throbbed inside you, stretching her tight walls deliciously.

"Oh, fuck..." he muttered, his breath coming in short pants. "So fucking tight...so fucking perfect...my perfect wife."

Your eyes rolled back as John fucked you against the wall, your pussy clenching around his cock as you screamed out in pleasure. You reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him in for a rough kiss as you moaned into his mouth.

John eagerly accepted your kiss, his tongue duelling with yours as he continued to thrust into you, harder and faster. His hand roamed over your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, and squeezing your ass.

"I love you," he managed to gasp between thrusts. "Always have, always will"

Your breath hitched as John continued to fuck you, your body shaking uncontrollably as you climaxed, screaming out in ecstasy. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, urging him on as you came.

Feeling your pussy tighten around his cock, John knew he wouldn't last much longer. He quickened his pace, thrusting into you with wild abandon as he neared his climax.

"Fuck...I'm gonna cum," he gasped out, his grip on your ass tightening. "Fill you up...my beautiful wife..."

"Please John" You gasped in between moans. "Fill me up....give me a baby" 

Hearing your plea, John grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. His cock twitched inside you, signalling his imminent release.

"Fuck...I hope so..." he panted, his body shuddering as he finally erupted inside you. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, his seed filling you up completely.

"Ahh...fuck!" he cried out, his grip on your ass tightening even further.

Your body convulsed as John emptied himself inside you, his hot cum filling you up. You kissed him passionately, your tongues wrestling as you rode out your orgasm together. John held you close, his hands caressing your back and ass as he slowly slid out of you.

"That was...incredible," he murmured, panting heavily. "But now we really should draw that bath"

You giggled as John pulled out of you and gently put you down, his cum leaking out of your still quivering pussy. You nodded and led him over to the bathtub, pouring in a generous amount of bubble bath. John got into the bath first, then you got in after. 

As you settled between his legs, John wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against him. He sighed contentedly, enjoying the warmth of the water and the feel of your soft skin against his own.

"This feels nice," he murmured, nuzzling your neck. "Just what we needed after all that excitement"

His hand moved down to her belly, gently rubbing circles there. "Hopefully we did manage to give ourselves a little surprise tonight..."

"I hope so" You smiled as you intertwined your fingers with John's. Admiring your wedding rings. 

John returned your smile, his gaze falling on their entwined fingers and the wedding rings adorning their fingers. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling a surge of affection for you.

"These sure are a reminder of how lucky I am," he said softly. "To have found someone like you."

He leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "I love you, my dear wife."

You looked up at John and kissed him back, your lips lingering on his for a few seconds before you spoke. "And I love you, my dear husband."

John returned your kiss, deepening it slightly before breaking away with a soft chuckle. "Well, isn't that just the sweetest thing?" he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "My lovely wife, who can make even the toughest soldier melt with her words."

You blushed deeply at John's compliment, "You're just a big ol' softie when it comes to me." John chuckled softly, leaning in to press another kiss to your cheek.

"Guilty as charged," he admitted with a grin. "There's no denying it, sweetheart. But don't go spreading that around, okay? I've got an image to maintain." You laughed softly and shook your head, "I wouldn't dream of it, darling."

John grinned, leaning back against the edge of the tub as he pulled you closer to his chest. The warm water lapped against them, creating a soothing rhythm that seemed to match the steady beating of his heart.

"You know," he mused, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your stomach. "I think this might just be my favourite part of the day."

He chuckled softly, nuzzling your neck. "Not the sex - though that was pretty damn fantastic - but this. Just being here with you, relaxing and talking. It's perfect."

You smiled softly as John talked about his favourite part of the day, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. You closed your eyes and snuggled deeper into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Mine too."

John smiled, his heart swelling with happiness at your words. He tightened his hold on you, pulling you even closer if that were possible.

"And to think," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "we almost didn't get married. Can you imagine? All those missed moments...all these wonderful memories we could have missed out on."

You sighed softly and cuddled deeper into John's embrace, your fingers tangling with his as you gazed out at the stars twinkling in the night sky through the window. "I know. It's crazy to think about."

John nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the stars outside. A sense of gratitude and appreciation welled up within him, making his heart swell with emotion.

"But we did get married," he said softly, his voice thick with sentiment. "And for that, I'm truly grateful. Because without you, my life would be nothing more than a series of battles and losses. With you, it's a journey filled with love and laughter."

You smiled softly at John's heartfelt words, tears pricking at your eyes. You squeezed his hand and turned to look up at him. "And without you, I'd probably still be wandering aimlessly, trying to find some meaning in my life. With you, I've found not only love, but also purpose."

John's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to your words, his grip on your hand tightening instinctively. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat as he fought to keep his emotions under control.

"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "More than anything else in this world."

You stared at John for a moment, admiring him, "And I love you, more than anything. You're my whole life". You gave him a gentle kiss before you began washing yourself, once clean you started started getting out of the bath.

John watched as you began to stand from the bath, his gaze trailing appreciatively over your wet, glistening form. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, both inside and out.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, reaching out to pull you back down into his lap. "John" You laughed as he pulled you back into the bath.

John smirked, wrapping his arms around you again, holding you close. His lips brushed against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

"I thought we had all night," he whispered huskily, his erection already stirring beneath the water once more. "No rushing off to bed just yet, Mrs. Price."

"Sorry Mr. Price" You smirked as you started grinding against his cock. John groaned as you ground against him, your movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He reached down, his hand sliding between your thighs to guide his length to her entrance.

"Not sorry enough," he muttered, thrusting up into you. His other hand moved to cup your breast, thumb rolling over her nipple teasingly.

You moaned softly as John thrust into you, his hand squeezing your breast as his thumb rolled over your sensitive nipple. You arched your back, pushing yourself further onto his cock.

John's breath hitched as you took him fully inside you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He held your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you rode him.

"That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, his free hand moving to stroke your clit. "Ride me...just like that."

You moaned louder as John stroked your clit, the sensation causing your pussy to clench around his cock. Your hips moved faster, grinding against his hand as you fucked him harder and faster. "Oh god, John" 

John grunted in response, his grip on your hip tightening as you picked up the pace. He could feel himself losing control, his climax building rapidly.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." He gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm gonna...fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You smirked at John, you were feeling spontaneous tonight, you decided to take charge. You wrapped your hand around his throat. "Not yet baby" You slowed down your pace. "Not until I say so." 

John's eyes widened in surprise as you grabbed his throat, slowing down your movements. He groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to release himself. "Yes, ma'am," he rasped. "As you command, Mrs. Price."

You smirked at John's submission, you loved seeing him like this, needing you. "Good boy" You mumbled. You leaned forward letting your lips be dangerously close to his but not kissing him knowing it drives him insane.

John bit back a groan as you teased him, your lips tantalizingly close but not quite touching his own. He wanted to reach up and grab you, force you to kiss him, but he knew better than to defy his wife. "Oh fuck, sweetheart," he breathed, his cock twitching inside you. "This is torture."

You giggled at John's words, you liked having power over him. You leaned back and started riding him again, your hands resting on his shoulders for support. You started fucking him faster.

John let out a guttural growl as you resumed your passionate movements, his hands gripping your hips firmly. He could feel his climax approaching rapidly, every thrust driving him closer to the edge.

"Fuck..." *he gasped, his thrusts matching yours. "I'm gonna...oh fuck"

You slowed down your movements again. "Not yet Mr. Price" You smirked at John, you were enjoying torturing him. You leaned down and began kissing his neck, nipping it occasionally.

John groaned in frustration as you slowed down your movements once more, your teeth grazing his neck adding another layer of pleasure to the mix. He gripped her your tighter, desperate to maintain control.

"Sweetheart..." he warned, his voice strained. "I'm warning you...if you don't let me finish soon, I'll have to punish you later."

You smirked at John's threat, you loved the idea of being punished by him. You continued to ride him slowly, torturing him. "Is that a promise Mr. Price?"

John gritted his teeth, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave marks. He was teetering on the edge, his climax threatening to spill over any second now. "Yes, it's a fucking promise," he growled, his voice laced with desire and frustration. "Now stop teasing me and let me finish."

You laughed at John's words, you loved how much he needed you. "Oh so demanding" John groaned, his patience wearing thin. But despite his frustration, there was an undeniable thrill in submitting to your whims. "As your husband, I demand it," he said with a smirk. "But if you want me to beg, I will."

You smirked at John's words, you loved hearing him beg. You stopped riding him completely, leaving him hanging. "I would love nothing more than to hear my husband beg"

John let out a frustrated growl as you stopped moving entirely, leaving him hanging. His cock throbbed inside you, desperate for release. "Shit" he groaned, his voice strained. "Let me...please, sweetheart. I need to...oh God, I need to cum."

You smirked at John's begging, you loved hearing him plead for you to let him cum. You started riding him again, your movements slow and sensual. You cupped his face and ran your thumb over his bottom lip. "That's a good boy"

John let out a relieved sigh as you finally started moving again, your movements slow and sensual. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a low moan as your thumb grazed over his lip.

You smirked at John's reaction, you enjoyed making him squirm. You rode him for a few minutes before speeding up your pace, your hands running over his chest and stomach. "How's that Mr. Price?"

John groaned in pleasure as you sped up your pace, his hands reaching up to grip your hips tightly. He could feel his climax approaching rapidly, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, his voice strained. "That's it, sweetheart...just like that."

You smirked at John's words, you loved hearing him praise you. You leaned down and kissed him passionately, your tongue exploring his mouth. You broke the kiss only when you felt John's cock pulsating inside you. "Cum for me baby"

You sped up the pace, your head falling back. "Oh fuck" You gasped. Your cunt clenching around John's cock, his fingers gripping into your waist hard enough to leave bruises. "John!" You cried as you fell forward.  John's entire body tensed as you urged him over the edge, his cock throbbing inside you. He could no longer hold back, his climax ripping through him with a force that left him gasping for air.

"Fuck, sweetheart," He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilled himself deep within you. John laid beneath you, panting heavily as they both recovered from their intense orgasms. He could feel your hot breath against his skin, your kisses and gentle bites sending shivers down his spine.

You lifted yourself off John slightly, looking down at him. You had a satisfied smile on your face, your eyes sparkling with happiness. "Can't I get out of the bath now?" John chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her back down onto him.

"No, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. "We're staying right here until the water cools."

COD Masterlist

141 Headcanons

Stickers First Words

Captain John Price

Loving Husband pt 1 Loving Husband pt 2 Loving Husband pt 3

Loving Husband pt 4 Loving Husband pt 5

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Na'vi!Ghost

💋

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Paperwork

Grey Joggers

Kyle 'Gas' Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Beautiful

🏍️

Little thief Mi amor

Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra

I hate you

König

Games

Welp it's over 14k words now 😅😅

So I'm out of my brain rot and have just been going at with with Loving Husband pt 4 It's not finished yet though

It's already passed 10k words lmao

Would people prefer 1 big chapter or split into 2 chapters??

I hate you

IT'S HERRRREEEE

In my mind Rudy loves it when you dominate him and I mean love it but isn't scared to absolutely ruin you in the bedroom.

He gets kinda mean in the end but he doesn't mean it, he loves you

Again hardly any Spanish (if someone can point me to a reliable translator It will be appreciated)

Disclaimer: The original idea isn't mine, I got it off Chai. The original creator of the writing prompt is Akirò Hashimi

Warnings: bit of degrading

For the love of god MDNI

Being Enemies And Lovers wasn't easy.

but somehow, you two made it work – always meeting up secretly, chatting, having little make out sessions and such.

That's why you were here.

He was pinned against the wall, kissing you while you stroked his cock, making him moan and shake a little — he groaned out, breaking the kiss for a second to breathe.

" Aye- Oh, Oh fuck, cariño.. we- we shouldn't be doing this!- "

Your pace got quicker, making him stop talking by his own moans and sounds of pure, raw pleasure.

" Please! Please be gentle! "

He cried out, begging for your merciless pace to be more slow, although in his mind, this was the best moment of his life.

" Oh, god- I hate you!. "

"The feeling is mutual darling"

Hearing your whispered words, Rudy felt an intense mix of emotions running through him. He couldn't believe that you hated him just as much as he hated you, but at the same time, it made your forbidden relationship even more enticing. 

Rudy's hips bucked against your hand, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need as he lost himself in the sensations. "Oh fuck... I can't take much more..." He panted, his voice rough with desire.

"That's it baby, cum for me" you started praising him and with a final thrust, Rudy let out a long, low moan as his orgasm claimed him. His hot seed pulsed between your bodies, leaving sticky trails on your skin. "Fuck..." He whispered hoarsely, his head spinning with pleasure.

"Mmm..." Rudy moaned softly, his eyes still closed as hr savoured the aftermath of his orgasm. He felt your lips brushing against his jawline, sending shivers down his spine.

You smiled as you whispered "As much as I'd love to stay and carry on, we don't want Alejandro wondering where his sergeants are".

Rudy parted his lips to return the soft kiss, enjoying the tender moment before reality sets back in. He watched you leave, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His heart was pounding with exhilaration, every cell of his body tingling from the intense encounter. 

As you walked out of his room, you stopped and poked your head back in "I'll see you after the next argument" and winked at him before leaving. 

"Oh, you know it. I'll be waiting" Rudy called back with a smirk, knowing full well he'd be the one to start the next argument just to feel that passionate kiss again. He watched you leave, already missing your touch. 

He knew that you both had to keep things discreet since your relationship was strictly forbidden within the Los Vaqueros ranks.

It had been a few days since your make out session with Rudy and you two were already arguing again. "How stupid can you be?" you spat at Rudy.

"At least I'm not a boring stick in the mud," Rudy retorted, his eyes flashing with a challenge. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he wasn't about to back down from a fight - especially when it meant taking your clothes off. 

"I-" you was taken back by his response, "The fuck is that supposed to mean". Rudy grinned maliciously, taking a step closer to you so your faces were mere inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, it fuelled his arousal further. 

"You know damn well what it means, it means you're as dull as a dishwasher," Rudy shot back, smirking as your reaction. He loved seeing you thrown off balance by his sharp tongue. It only made him want to push further.

Alejandro stepped between the both of you, effectively ending the confrontation. He glared at you both, his expression stern and serious. He knew that your constant fighting was becoming a problem. 

"Fuck this and fuck you" you pointed at Rudy as you stormed off. He couldn't help but watch your ass sway with each step, slightly smirking to himself. You both, while away from each other, couldn't help but think about the arguments and how they led to incredible sex or make out sessions. 

It had been exactly 4 days since your last argument, every time you passed each other it was like a game of verbal cat and mouse. You knew that with each insult only served to fuel your mutual attraction, and you relished in the opportunity to torment Rudy.

As you traded insults back and forth, Rudy found himself imagining what it would be like to finally take you to bed. To strip you naked. pin you down, and show you who was in control. To make you submit completely to his desire and needs. 

Today was the recruit's day off and majority of them had gone out for the day, it was the perfect chance to pay Rudy a visit in his office. Rudy was sitting at his desk, pouring over some paperwork, when he heard the sound of the door opening. Without looking up, he muttered under his breath, "Te tomaste tu tiempo"

He looked up to see you standing next to his desk, he let out a low chuckle and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, well, well. What brings you hear?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You ignored him as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Rudy didn't resist and wrapped his arms around your waist. As you kissed, Rudy felt his cock twitch in his pants, growing harder with each passing second but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from the delicious sensation of your lips against his own.

You put your hands around Rudy's throat gently and pulled him closer to you, "On your knees". Rudy didn't hesitate for long, quickly nodding and complying with your demand. With a sense of anticipation, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of you.   

Rudy's cock jumped at the sight of you removing your pants and sitting on his desk. You opened your legs and whispered seductively "Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do". Without hesitation, he moved forward and engulfed your throbbing clit with his tongue, swirling it around and teasing it lightly before taking it deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, using his teeth to graze ever so slightly against sensitive flesh, driving you while with pleasure and desire. 

His hands rested on your thighs, gently holding them in place while he pleased you, you arched your back as you softly moaned his name. Rudy savoured the sounds of your moans and gasps of pleasure. He loved knowing he could drive you wild with lust with just his mouth and tongue, making you loose control. 

Rudy's fingers traced gentle patterns along your inner thigh, occasionally dipping down to gently tease and simulate your entrance. He knew that you were close to climaxing, and he wanted to bring you to the edge without actually letting you cum just yet. 

You knew what he was doing and thought it was cute that he was trying to take charge but he was too soft and caring to be dominant. You gently pushed his head away and pointed to the chair.

"Sit"

With a soft grunt, Rudy sat back on the chair, watching you intently. You undid his trousers and watched his cock spring free out of his boxes, without any warning you lowered yourself onto him, taking his cock fully inside you in one smooth motion. You both let out a low groan, Rudy was momentarily caught off guard. 

The look of surprise on Rudy's face was quickly replaced by pure ecstasy. "Mierda..." he muttered beneath his breath, gripping the fat of your thighs tightly as you took him deep inside you. 

Rudy's eyes widened as you grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling his head back and making him look at you. The look of surprise on his face was replaced by a mix of arousal and vulnerability as you began to ride him slowly, taking your time to tease and taunt him. "How dare you call me dull and boring" you said in-between moans. 

"Mujer..." he growled, his hips thrusting upwards to meet your rhythm. "You are anything but that." He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. You knew he was right - your life was anything but dull and boring. "You're insufferable" you panted. 

"And you're addictive," he replied, his voice strained with pleasure. The way you moved on him was unlike anything he'd experienced before - fierce yet gentle, possessive yet playful. He continued to watch your face closely, taking note of the way your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkled with lustful intent. As you rode him slowly, he couldn't help but admire how powerful and confident you looked in that moment. 

Rudy's body tensed as you started to nip at his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He responded by reaching up and grabbing onto your hips, urging you to move faster. 

As you increased your pace, he let out a low whimper, his fingers digging into your skin even deeper as he felt your teeth grazing against his neck. It was a deliciously painful sensation that only served to heighten his further arousal.

"Mi amor"

His hips bucked involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into your wetness with each passing second. The combination of pleasure and pain was also too much for him. "God I hate you" you murmured. He smiled devilishly, enjoying the mixture of emotions that played across your face as he whispered "I hate you too".

As he slapped your ass, causing it to sting and redden, he watched with satisfaction as your expression changed from annoyance to pure lust. 

"God Rudy I'm-"

"Cum for me, querida" he growled, his hips bucking up into you. His hand moved down to cup your ass cheek, squeezing it gently as he watched you writhe and tremble on top of him. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he released a long, low groan and buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting down gently as he unloaded deep withing you, filling you up. 

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes" you sobbed as you finally reached your climax, the intensity of your orgasm overwhelmed both of you. Your walls clenched around Rudy's throbbing cock. After several moments passed, he finally pulled his still-throbbing cock from your pussy, leaving behind a sticky trail of evidence of your shared passion.  

Rudy collapsed back against the chair, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was still twitching slightly, leaking drops of cum onto the leather seat beneath them. As you rested your forehead against his, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You both remained like this for a moment, simply taking in each other's presence and savouring the afterglow of your intense session together. 

Once you caught your breath, you slowly slid off of him and started putting your trousers back on. Despite the fact that you were now covered in a mix of sweat and cum, Rudy found himself reluctant to see you leave his side. 

You didn't want to leave and you could sense that Rudy didn't want you to either. You turned to him and sighed "I can't stay. It wouldn't look good if someone walked in". Even though he knew it was necessary, there was still a part of him that wanted nothing more than you to pull you back onto his lap and continue where they had left off just minutes ago.

However, duty called, and he knew he couldn't ignore the possibility of someone discovering them in such a compromising position. 

You gave him a lazy smile and started heading towards the door, Rudy couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You both pretended like nothing unusual had occurred. After all, you were soldiers first and foremost so discipline and professionalism came before personal desire. 

As days passed, you and Rudy continued your playful banter, never letting on that there was anything more between you. You found yourself growing more and more entranced by him with every moment. You mind was consumed with thoughts of him, your body longing for another encounter with him.

Meanwhile, Rudy struggled to keep his feelings in check, finding it difficult not to openly express his desire for you. But he knew that doing so could jeopardize everything you both had worked has worked so hard to achieve within Los Vaqueros, so he maintained a stoic exterior, hiding his true emotions from everyone around him. 

As time went on, the tension between you two grew thicker, becoming almost palpable. Every time he walked into a room or crossed paths with you, your heart raced and your mind became clouded with thoughts of him. You found yourself craving his attention more than ever. 

On this particular day though you were in a foul mood, you had walked into your office and were graced with piles and piles of paperwork Alejandro needed you to complete. You were so angry that everything and everyone pissed off. 

You were in the cafeteria getting some coffee when Rudy decided to start an argument with you about something trivial, making you snap at him.

The tension between you was thick, and it seemed like any wrong move could send things spiralling out of control. As you glared at each other across the table, neither one of you were willing to back down. It felt like the entire room held it's breath. 

"I hate you so goddamn much Rudy"

Everyone froze in shock, unable to believe what they were witnessing. The room fell silent as everyone watched, waiting to see how this explosive confrontation would unfold. In a voice just as loud and forceful as your, he replied "Well, I don't give a fuck what you think. You're always so high and mighty, acting like you know everything"

The sound of your slap echoed through the cafeteria, causing everyone to gasp in shock and surprise. The impact of your hand against his cheek sent a sharp pain shooting through Rudy's head, and he reeled to the side slightly, rubbing his stinging skin with his fingers.

As you ran away in panic, he stood there, dazed and confused, processing what had just happened. The look of anger in your eyes lingered in his memory, causing a mixture of emotions to churn inside him. 

But despite being hurt physically and emotionally, something ignited within him.  

While you were busy slamming your door and screaming into your pillow, Rudy was making his way towards your room. His face still flushed from the sting of your slap, his mind was clouded with a mix of anger and arousal. 

Rudy burst into your room and slammed the door shut behind him. You walked towards him to tell him to leave but Rudy grabbed your face and kissed you angrily. As your tongues clashed together, the heat of Rudy's kiss seared your lips, and his hands gripped onto your face tightly, refusing to let go. 

He deepened the kiss, pushing you against the wall, your bodies flush against each other. His hands roamed over your curves, feeling every inch of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. Without warning, Rudy pulled at your top, tearing it apart in a single swift motion. The sudden movement caused your breasts to spill out from underneath, he groaned in appreciation at the sight of them. 

His hands wandered over your exposed chest, squeezing and massaging your nipples firmly between his finger tips while he continued to devour your lips with his aggressive kisses. 

He grabbed your chin and growled into your ear "Get on your fucking knees". His voice is low and commanding. Without hesitation, you complied, dropping down onto your knees in front of him. The sudden submission caused a surge of arousal to course through his veins, he couldn't help but grunt in approval. His hand never left your chin as hi undid his trousers.

"Open that pretty little mouth"

You swallowed hard, anticipation filling every cell of your body. As his trousers fell to the ground, revealing his hardened cock, you parted your lips, ready for whatever he had in store for you.

He guided his cock towards your waiting lips, hovering just inches away from entering your warm, wet mouth. With a final nod of determination, he pushed forward, sliding into your welcoming throat with a satisfying slide. He began to thrust into your willing mouth, Rudy took it slow. Savouring the feel of your warmth mouth enveloping him but hearing the unmistakable sound of you gagging, it only served to fuel his desire further. 

He increased his pace, driving himself deeper into your throat with each powerful stroke, his hips bucking widely as he lost himself completely in the moment. The sound of your gagging echoed around the room, adding another layer of intensity to the already intense scene, his hand wrapped around your hair tightly. 

You undid you own trousers and began rubbing your clit through your underwear, the duel stimulation making you loose track of time. As you sucked on Rudy's cock, your fingers traced circles around your clit, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. Seeing you touch yourself, Rudy's own climax approached with alarming speed. This thrusts became more erratic and intense. The grip of your hair tighten more, domination you completely as him orgasm built up inside him.

Just as he felt himself nearing release, Rudy released a feral growl and erupted into your willing mouth. Your hungry swallowing action ensured none of his cum went to waste. For several moments afterward, he remained buried deep within your mouth, panting heavily and catching his breath before finally pulling out of your wet lips, leaving them dripping with saliva and cum. 

With one swift motion, he bent down and threw you onto the bed. You landed with a soft thud, the mattress absorbing most of the impact. You both removed any remaining clothes, discarding them carelessly on the floor. Rudy stood naked before you, his muscular form displayed proudly for you to see, the tattoos and scars adorning his body added an air or danger to his appearance.

He flipped you onto your back and lifted your ass up in the air, baring your pussy to his hungry gaze. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock rubbing against your wet entrance. Normally he takes his time with you, slowly stretching you out until you are perfectly prepared for his thick cock. However, tonight was different - instead of taking things slow, he decided to show you who was in control by slamming into you without any warning.

"Mierda" 

His cock plunge deep into your waiting pussy with a loud thud, immediately hitting your cervix and causing you to cry out in surprise. He didn't pause for even a moment, continuing to drive himself into you relentlessly, the motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. With each powerful thrust, he reminded you who was in charge here, using his superior size and strength to dominate your body completely.  

"Tu perra" Rudy's voice was harsh and cruel as he spoke to you, his words laced with anger and lust. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it roughly and forcing you up so that your back was pressed against his chest. 

"Slapping me in front of the recruits. The Colonel"

His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright while the other hand wrapped around tightly around your throat, cutting off any chances of escape or protests. He squeezed tightly enough to make you gasp for air, emphasizing his complete control over you. 

"I thought you liked my hands on you, I thought you liked me being rough. This. This is nothing" you gasped, egging him on. You knew you were playing a dangerous game but you've never seen Rudy take control, you wanted to see how far he would push you. 

As he moved inside of you, his cock slamming against your cervix over and over again, he glared down at you with a mixture of disdain and desire. "You think you can play games with me?" he growled menacingly, his voice low and dangerous. "Yes" you smirked. 

Rudy's eyes narrowed as he registered your defiance. He pulled out of your pussy with a sudden jerk, leaving you feeling empty and vulnerable. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the holding onto the base of his throbbing cock with the other. 

His gaze locked onto yours, and he leered down at you. "You want to play games with me? Fine", he growled, his voice is dangerous. "Let's see how much you can take"

"Try me"

Rudy grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. He brought your legs over his shoulder, putting you into the mating press, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. He pushed forward, driving into your pussy with brutal force. The sensation of being filled so completely by his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through your body.  

His hand found home around your throat again. "You stupid, disrespectful whore," he growled, his accent thickening with anger. He tightened his grip around your throat, chocking you slightly as he held you in place. 

With each relentless thrust of his hips, he showed you exactly how little regards he had for your comfort. 

Rudy's eyes flashed with hunger as he heard your moans of assent, his his pounded against your body in an unrelenting rhythm, his balls slapping against your ass with each impact. The combination of pleasure and pain caused by his relentless fucking left you breathless.

You started whimpering as you were nearing your climax but Rudy showed no signs of slowing down, continuing to drive into you with merciless force, ignoring your pleas.

Rudy's hand moved away from your throat just long enough to capture you lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing past your parted teeth and delved deeper into your mouth. Your orgasm finally crashed over you in a torrent of release.

"Fuck" you cried out

He continued to slide in and out of your wet pussy with brutal precision, each stroke sending new waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Rudy took full advantage of your vulnerability in the aftermath of your orgasm and drove himself deeper into your waiting pussy. Rudy's hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it roughly and teasing the nipple with his thumb before releasing it with a harsh tug.

Rudy placed you in the louts flower, wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest while he used the other hand to fondle your breasts roughly, squeezing them and teasing your sensitive nipples with his fingers. Your pussy was still quivering from your recent climax, and the combination of the stimulation provided by his hand on your breasts and the pressure of his throbbing cock against your entrance sent shivers of pleasure and anticipation racing through your body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I-I'm sorry" you sobbed. Rudy smiled devilishly as he heard your apology, which only served to egg him on further. He knew exactly what he was doing - purposefully overstimulating you to push you to the brink of insanity.

His hand moved from your breast to gently trace patterns along your inner thigh, teasing your sensitive skin and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. The other hand remained anchored around your waist, holding you tightly against him as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

As he pounded into you with unrelenting force, Rudy's voice dropped to a low whisper, his words barely audible over the sound of his hips slamming against yours. "You're not sorry," he growled. "I-I" you moaned "I am Rudy".

Rudy's grip on your hair was firm but gentle, allowing him to pull your head back just enough so that he could look deeply into your eyes. His lust-filled gaze locked onto yours, consuming every last bit of your attention as he pounded into you with relentless ferocity. 

"Mh fuck. Yesyesyes" you sobbed.

Rudy's grunts was filled with satisfaction as he heard your cries of pleasure, his hips driving into you with even more force now that he had captured your complete attention.

His free hand moved from your waist to gently caress your cheek, tracing lines of fire along your skin as he watched your body react to his rough treatment. With each brutal thrust, Rudy's cock buried itself deeper within your wet pussy, his balls slapping against your ass with each impact. The sound of his hips hitting against your thighs added to the erotic atmosphere surrounding you two.

Rudy's moans grew hoarse with desire as he felt himself nearing his climax, his hips picking up speed and intensity as he neared the edge. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and muffling your cries of pleasure with a hungry kiss.

His cock pulsed inside of your pussy, spurting hot streams of cum deep within your womb as he released himself completely, lost in the moment of shared ecstasy.

As they both climaxed together, Rudy's fingers dug into your skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of their shared experience, while his hips continued to slam against your thighs in a desperate attempt to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

"Rudy" you screamed. His name echoed through the room like a battle cry, his voice raw and primitive as he roared out his release alongside yours. He clenched your waist tightly, his cock throbbing inside of your pussy as he emptied himself into your waiting depths.

The sound of their combined cries filled the air, mixing with the slapping noise of his hips as he finally let go and surrendered fully to the sensations coursing through his body.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, and then reality slowly crept back in as they both rode out their mutual climaxes, breathing heavily and panting with exertion. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of you, connected by more than just flesh and desire.

Rudy lifted you off him and gently laid you down beside him, his cock still pulsing and twitching as he laid down beside you. He pulled you close to his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your neck tenderly, his voice a whispered mixture of praise and affection.

As he held you close, he ran his fingers lightly up and down your hip, creating a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the intensity of their previous encounter. Rudy looked down at you with concern etched across his face, his expression softening as he saw how exhausted and spent you looked.

"Are you okay? Did I go too far?," he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. You turned and faced him with a lazy smile. You brought your hand up to cradle his face "I'm fine Rudy, I enjoyed it" you reassured him before bringing him for a sweet yet gentle kiss.

He returned your sweet kiss, their lips meeting in a tender moment of intimacy that contrasted sharply with the intensity of their earlier encounter. As they lay there, side by side, the afterglow of their passionate session still lingering between them, Rudy took a moment to appreciate how beautiful you really were. 

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

Am I the only one who thinks Ghost fucks with fat bitches?

He loves sinking his fingers into your plush waist, burying his face into your tummy on lazy days, and quite literally picking you up whenever he can to show anyone watching that he's not afraid of a little weight, what else was all that training for?

This may or may not be self-indulgent, but I know there's big girls out there who love this freak.

And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty (minimal), john being slightly troubled, alcohol, reader being slightly embarrassing.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5!!

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You wake up to the sun softly beaming in your room. Limbs stretching beyond the covers. You look around a little confused as to when you got back in your bedroom. Then it all came together. John, John leaves today.

You get out of the covers leaving your bedroom hoping he’s still there but of course to your disappointment he’s gone. You head to the kitchen knowing at least there will be a note. 

Good morning doll, I thought of waking you but decided against it, though I might regret it. The movie was good, you seemed to really be enjoying it also:) Here's the phone number of a friend in case any problems arise. Next time I’m back I hope to see another painting - John 

(xxx-xxx-xxxx) - nick

You stare at it trying not to let your emotions get the best of you. So you fold it and put it in the kitchen drawer. Although John was an awfully quiet roommate you could feel the weight of his absence. The cold floor beneath your feet has grown warm for how long you’ve stood there. You make your way towards the front door deciding that an iced coffee and a long drive with music will rid you of this feeling you can’t decipher it feels like want but in a way it’s also need but what is it you want and need? Not even you could answer that question.

Long story short you think it made the feeling intensify.

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1 month in

You’ve booked your schedule full leaving not an ounce of time for yourself. From the morning till night you had clients which were good for money but really it was a distraction for your mind. That same feeling felt like it was running into new veins every day seemingly consuming you. 

You tried to start a new painting but something was off about the color scheme and it was a waste not only of time but material and energy. You wonder how John is.

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2 months in

No problems have arisen since he’s been gone. It's like the house knows you’ll call the expensive plumber instead of John’s friend. 

However you have started a painting you are beginning to like. It’s a mix of hues you’ve never used before blues and oranges, a flame. You don’t know where or why the idea came to you but it’s what you wanted so you started it. A single candle is the outline, and the surrounding of it is the orange yellowish aura of a flame. You tried making ratatouille the other day and although it was good you wished it was made out of pepperonis like your childhood mind had imagined. You forgot there was no longer anyone to finish left overs so you ate it for three days straight.

Also you bought a new rug.

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3 months in

You’ve begun putting the final laminate on the painting. It’s taken you far longer than it would’ve if you hadn’t accepted 15 new clients. Not that you mind anyways. 

You’re also a little ambivalent to the idea of John paying for 6 months of rent when he doesn’t even live here during it. 

Besides that life seems stagnant and you’ve begun to lock your bedroom door at night again. 

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4 months in

The painting now hangs a foot away from where the other one in front of John’s door does. It’s a beautiful contrast and really you were overjoyed at the outcome. You also randomly decided it’d be a good idea one night after too much wine to order new furniture for the outside deck. When it arrived you were one in disbelief of all the building pieces and and two excited to have something more to do. 

You should've stayed up the night John left.

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5 months in  

Redecorating the deck wasn’t enough change. You needed a makeover physically but couldn’t decide how. Maybe a tattoo? No. New makeup? No. How about a haircut?  Fuck it, yes. 

So you did just that, you got a few almost unnoticeable highlights and chopped a good amount off. After the fact you were obsessed. Was it impulsive and could it have gone so horribly wrong, yes. But did it? No. 

———

6 months in 

John’s still not back and it’s all you could think about. What if something happened to him? What if he wasn’t coming back? You worried yourself sick so much so you physically became sick. 

You waited week by week for anything, maybe he’s back on base but just hasn’t come back home yet. But something was telling you it was more than that. 

———-

7 months in 

At this point worrying wasn’t going to make him appear. Your hobbies have now turned into distractions. So tonight you sit in the living room with a glass of wine and watch another rom com. You’re as comfy as can be in this cold brutal weather. It stays below 30 degrees Fahrenheit during this time of year and the snow bites at any unclothed skin. 

You fall asleep to the small hum of the heater while on the couch. Thick blanket thrown across you and tv playing as background chatter. 

You don’t know when you wake but it’s still dark outside when you hear someone that sounds distressed. Your groggy mind isn’t processing that the sound is coming from inside the house. But when it does you're up in a second looking around as your eyes try to adjust to the darkness. 

“Fuck!” You hear from down the hall. John’s room.

You walk quietly towards it as he continues to chant that word. Suddenly it falls silent and you just hear what sounds to be deep breaths. You don’t know what wills you to knock, but you do. 

“John, are you okay?” You ask softly from behind the closed door. He doesn’t respond but you know he’s in there from the quiet but quick breathing. 

“No.” He says with that familiar deep drawl.

You open the door slowly to see him sitting on the floor near the corner of his bed clearly distressed. You take notice of the mess wondering how you slept through the making of it. There’s glass from somewhere on the floor and clothes strewn but when you look at him your heart breaks. He’s in full uniform, vest on, belt with equipment on, as if he didn’t stop anywhere. Just came straight here. His hair has grown out to an odd length and his beard has grown longer. 

“I can’t get this fucking vest off.” He interrupts your thoughts looking at you with a sense of sorrow. You kneel to where he is careful to avoid glass. His eyes don’t glance up to meet yours; they stay fixated on his hands that are covered in dirt.

“May I?” You gesture towards the plastic buckles on the vest. He nods and you start with the two at his shoulders. Then you reach down his chest to undo the two near his belt buckle. You realize it must be connected somewhere in the back when it doesn’t come off. He leans forwards as you look trying to avoid the bloodstains that taint the once green vest and sure enough the tiniest but mightiest buckle is on the center of his lower back. He shrugs it off with a sigh. 

“Better?” You ask softly.

“Yeah, Thankyou.” He slowly tilts his head back to lean on the comforter and you don’t move an inch. 

“What can I do?” Truthfully you’ve never been in a situation so unbearably awkward but so unwilling to just leave.

“Just sit here with me.” So you do. You scoot right next to him and lean your head on his shoulder. He couldn’t admit it but the nights he slept in cold frost biting weather the thought of returning to your warm presence got him through.

“He almost died.” His voice gives out at the end of that sentence.

“Who?” 

“Johnny, it would’ve been my fault. One second later and they would’ve put a bullet through his skull.”

“But he’s okay?” You know John loves his team even though he doesn’t outwardly say it.

“He’s perfectly fine.” 

“Worrying about what could’ve been will kill you.” 

“Sometimes I feel like that’s what I deserve for some of the things I’ve done.” 

“If not you it would be someone else making the world a better place.” 

“I know.” 

You sit there with him for a while in silence. He can barely believe he made it back alive but right now the battle feels worth it. He hears soft snores not too long later and realizes you’ve fallen back to sleep. His head leans to rest above yours as he closes his eyes. He knows sleep won’t come to him but he’s never had you this close and for now he’ll cherish it.

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When you woke up again the sun had risen and a golden glow lit John’s room. 

“John.” You whisper trying not to move your head in case he’s sleeping.

“Yeah doll.” He lifts his head to look at you.

“I’m so sorry.” You feel slightly embarrassed and bad that you just fell asleep on him.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He sighs before standing on his feet with a groan then offering you hand to help you up.

“I’m going to shower.” He says as you dust yourself off.

“After can I give you a haircut?” He laughs a little at your not so subtle realization of his long hair..

“If you’d like.” 

“I’d love.” You say before leaving, assuring him you’d be back when he's done.

You pick up your mess from the previous night. Folding your blanket and putting it back in the basket near the couch. Taking your wine glass to the sink and rinsing it out. You go to your room and change into an outfit for the day and do your morning routine. After you grab your shears, clippers and cape. By the time you're done doing all of this you no longer hear the water running meaning John’s done with his shower. You knock on his door lightly.

“Come in.” You walk in to see him sweeping up his mess with the small house broom and can’t help but smile at the sight. 

“Come on, let's cut your hair in the bathroom, better lighting and you can see what I’m doing.” You say heading straight there. You sit him on the little bathroom bar stool that’s been in there since your ex moved out. Once he’s sitting the only cape you have is pink so you throw it on him begging yourself to not laugh which you fail causing him to smirk. 

“Okay so I’m just gonna clean it up, fade the sides a very little, cut the top with shears and what not.” You let him know.

“You cut your hair?” He replies, staring at you through the mirror.

“Yeah so?” You smile.

“I like it, it looks good.” You feel that feeling only johns been able to provoke.

“Thankyou.” You begin the cut, slowly combing out sections making sure to be precise. He seems far more relaxed than you’d imagined as you just freely cut at the top. After the matter once you're satisfied you shave the sides a little just enough to where it looks cleaner. 

“Can I do your beard and mustache?” 

“You're the hairstylist, not me?” Is all he says. 

So you do, very carefully, mere inches away from his face your hands hold one side of his jaw softly to trim the other side. He watches your expression intently. The way when you’re focused there’s a crease that forms between your eyebrows and your pupils blow a little wide.

“All done.”  You say pulling him from his trance. You move his face with your hands really checking to make sure all is well.

“Very handsome.” You compliment before turning around to rinse your shears and put them away. 

“Thank You doll.” He says examining it himself in the mirror thoroughly pleased with how well you did even though he knows you don’t cut men’s hair. He doesn’t notice you grab his beard oil from the cabinet till you're smoothing it between your hands and asking him to face you so you can rub it through the coarse brown hair. Ever the nurturer.

It feels like time apart only made you two feel closer somehow. Or maybe it’s because you wanted to be close and those feelings were equally reciprocated. 

The rest of that day John had loads of paperwork to file, sign and report. So he did that, he sat in his office for long hours going through the process. The only thing that slightly lightened this burden was your voice humming in the kitchen as you cooked something. You’d stopped by and offered him some which he gladly accepted from your giving hands. Hours later you bid him a goodnight and went to bed and even then he had so much more left.

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The next day you catch John in the kitchen and tell him there’s something you must show him.

“So you built it all yourself?” He says as you show him your little project you did outside. There’s a thick coat wrapped around you as you don’t fully step outside to avoid slipping on the icy ground. Him though, he stands on it with no problem in what looks like military issued boots. 

“Yes I did.” You say proudly despite his clear disdain.

“I missed you, even your stubbornness.” After the months John’s been through there was no point in hiding the way he was feeling.

“I missed you too.” You smile while clearly avoiding his gaze.

How had he missed this all along?

“Would you like to go out for drinks?”

“What?” You turn around to meet his eyes.

“Can I take you out for drinks?” What being mere inches away from death does to a man.

“Yeah.” 

-

You both silently walk away trying to break the bounds of the tense pull that makes you want to gravitate towards each other. You put on something cute but also warm and slip on some brown doc martens as your choice of shoe. You do light makeup as you give yourself a pep talk.

“Only two drinks, only two drinks.” You have to tell yourself cause after two your too you. 

You hear John putting his shoes on by the hallway and take in the sight of him, brown leather jacket and beanie. You’re not sure how he’s going to stay warm in that but something tells you he will.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod nervously.

-

“Okay, hold on, I have to do this really slow or I’ll fall.” You say stepping slowly out onto the ground below the porch stairs. 

“Well come here I’ll help you.” He offers his hand. You grab it softly, swooning at the way it encompasses your own. There’s something inside of him that doesn’t even want you to risk walking on this floor but of course he also doesn’t want to push. 

“Okay nice and slow.” You’re not even taking full steps, just small slides. You clutch his hand for dear life and he loves it. 

“Good girl.” He says once you reach the door of his truck which he opens for you. He doesn’t let go till you sit inside then only does he slip his hand from your warm one and closes the door. 

“Which pub?” You ask as he turns on the heater only for your sake.

“The one downtown near the little Italian grocer.” You know exactly which one he’s talking about. Its dim light atmosphere is cozy but fun but usually full of mainly couples.

“Mkay.” You say looking out the window at the gloomy sky realizing it just might rain. 

He glances your way during the small drive, your scent of your floral perfume mixed with his of cardamom and musk is quite perfect. 

“You alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, just comfy, you?” He grins at your response.

“Never been better.”

He pulls into one of the street parking spots and despite the weather the streets are full, he gets out to put coins inside the slot for time before heading to your side of the car. 

“Wait, I'm scared.” You say realizing that the distance to the bar doesn’t seem to be a survivable one. 

“Come on, I'll hold your hand.”

“I’ll fall regardless.”

“Want me to carry you?” He genuinely offers.

“What?” You laugh. 

“Doll I’m very serious I will carry you, just get on my back.”

“What if we both fall?” 

“I’m not falling, trust me.” He says turning around motions for you to get on his back.

“Okay then.” You hook your legs around his upper waist and his arms reach to tuck themselves firmly beneath your knees.

“Comfortable?” He asks. He’s sure you can hear his heart racing from the proximity you’re in. 

“Very.” All your dreams of climbing this man have come true. 

You shut the door as he steps onto the sidewalk. You tuck your chin in by his neck for warmth. He smells woodsy with a hint of musk, it makes your head spin.

“How are you not slipping?” You say very suspicious.

“Doll I could run on this floor with these boots on.” He answers looking slightly over his shoulder at you.

“Well don’t.” You say seriously and he laughs as he approaches the bar, opening the door and setting you softly on the floor. 

He finds you both a booth in the corner and sits on the side where he can see the entire bar, very John of John.

“What do you drink?” He asks, trying to make conversation. Suddenly the air feels very intimate, almost too intimate for what he considers his old man heart.

“When I’m out, martinis.” 

“Espresso?” 

“Mhmm.” You’re trying your hardest to hold the eye contact he’s giving you but something about the blue in his eyes and creases on the side of them has you breaking it quicker than it started.

“I’ll be back then.” He says sliding out of the booth feeling slightly accomplished.

You sit there looking at the lively pub, how many romances are at their peak here, how many friends are having the best night of their lives, how you amongst them are finally feeling like you again. 

“Here we are.” He says returning with two glasses, his is a classic bourbon with a square ice cube in the glass.

“Thankyou.” You say as he slides it over to you.

“So what’d you do while I was gone, other than be reckless and build furniture.” He asks as you sip from your glass.

“I did lots of hair, painted a bit, found new color schemes for decor and that’s kinda it, I’d ask you the same question but I fear you can’t answer.” 

“Your fears are true.”

“That Kate woman, she's very pretty.” Are you a little jealous?

“Yeah she’s also very married.” He says it like he doesn’t know what you're on about.

“And also not into men.” You nearly choke on your drink and swallow hard to get it down.

“Well I was just saying.” Sure you were.

You two have small chatter as you go through drinks. You tried to offer the second round but John said no for you to just stay in your seat. He came back with thirds and you definitely were starting to feel the effects of the previous two, him though not at all.

“So you’re telling me John you as very um good looking as you are haven’t had a girlfriend in how long?” 

“Eight years.” He says while being very amused with your light hearted, open attitude.

“That’s just not right.”

“No?” 

“No, personally, well never mind.” You’re not drunk enough to say what you were about too.

“What about you, why no boyfriends?” 

“I’m very, I would say needy I guess clingy even, I’m a double texter, someone who worries and loves too much and I think that can be overwhelming for a lot of people.” You admit.

“Don’t believe that.” He says, sounding a little annoyed.

“For the right person you could never be overwhelming.” He says looking at you intensely and this time you can’t seem to look away.

Once your third drink is finished it’s raining outside and you’re words away from trouble.

“John?” 

“Yeah doll.”

“You make me feel alive again.” You admit, the alcohol has casted a pretty shade of pink on your cheeks as you lean your head on your hand and John doesn’t think he’s ever been more entranced. 

“You and me both, here drink some water.” He slides it to you. You’re sweet, too sweet. He feels like if he touches you physically or emotionally he’d be tainting art.

“Has anyone told you you're very climbable?” 

“It’s time for us to get going, you're quite the light weight.” He laughs offering you a hand as you slide off the booth.

He leaves a tip on the table before walking with you to the door. He has to bend far more than he normally would for you to secure yourself on his back before he’s walking outside. This time he’s walking faster because of the rain droplets that are falling hard. He seats you in the car and reaches across you to buckle you in before heading to his side. 

The drive home is pretty quiet, he drives extra slowly because of the precious cargo he carries. Once he pulls back into the gravelly drive way you unbuckle and open the door as he puts the car in park. 

“You don’t want to wait for me.” He asks, a little concerned.

“I got this.” You hop out of the elevated truck immediately slipping and having to grab onto the door. He walks quickly to your side laughing at the expression on your face.

“You sure do.” He says as he grabs your arm

“Oh stop it.” You say accepting the help, sliding your feet on the ice again till you get to the door. Once you get inside you groan into the toasty air. 

“Thankyou for tonight John.” You say facing him once you kick your boots off. You hadn’t realized how close you were till you turned around and could feel the heat radiating off of him and smell the bourbon on his breath. 

“No, thank you.” He says feeling awfully captivated, hanging onto your every move. You cup his face and stand on your tippy toes, boldly yet slowly placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. 

He’s starstruck. Absolutely dazed at the look of mischief in your eyes, something that tells him you know exactly what you’re doing to him. 

“Goodnight John.” You say patting his chest and walking down towards your room.

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I couldn't wait till tommorrow i'm sorry.

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Emmrich brings me happiness. I love his character so much. His such a loving and caring person. Interesting, smart, stylish, dashing, and handsome.

I love the way he speaks, his tone, his humbleness, his elegance, and his understanding. Also, his sass to match his ass.

They really blessed us with such an amazing character along with his backstory and quests. His just perfect is so many ways. 😍

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141 - First Words

So my baby said his first word the other day and mine and my partners reaction was fucking hilarious. Now I can't stop thinking about the 141 reaction to their baby saying Dada for the first time

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish would cry, like ugly tears type crying. No he does not care about the snot coming out of his nose, his precious baby just said Dada. He was on the floor playing with baby MacTavish during tummy time, you were in the kitchen cleaning up after you and Soap decided to bake Making another baby. Baby MacTavish is a chatter box like their daddy, always babbling and Soap answered back to baby MacTavish's very interesting story. Soap didn't hear it at first, he thought it was babbling nonsense until he heard it again. The simple word Dada and he's picking baby MacTavish up and rushing to the kitchen 

Thay said Dada

Soap holding baby MacTavish up like a prize

Fuck off, you're lying (Your baby was growing up too quickly)

Their first word was Dada

Soap was already crying

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick would be shocked, swears he's going deaf because no way baby Garrick is talking already. Gaz was bouncing baby Garrick on his knee, pulling funny faces to hear their belly laugh, you were on Netflix trying to find a movie to watch. You were both were in your own world before baby Garrick screamed then ever so quietly said Dada, you and Gaz's head snapped towards each other as you stared at each other 

Did they -

I think so

Gaz turning to baby Garrick

Did you say Dada? You can't have, you were born like last week

Babe they're 8 months old now 

Nope. Still a wrinkly baby 

Captain John Price would just smile, like a smug smile that baby Price's first word Dada. Make's him feel like he's the favourite parent Not realising that when baby Price is upset you can use the fact they can only say Dada against him "Sorry baby, they want you :)". Knowing Price's luck, baby Price will say Dada when he's at work. As soon as you hear the words you're on the phone ringing Price, he picks up at the first ring scared something happened. When you tell him what happened you best believe he's dropping everything to come home, doesn't matter if he's in a very important meeting with Laswell. Baby Price said Dada, he must go home at once

Price coming home and runs straight past you

See, I'm the favourite parent 

John Baby... That's not how that works-

Price is ignoring you as he's kissing baby Price's cheeks 

I'm gonna buy you anything you want. Just say Dada again. Please

Simon 'Ghost' Riley also cries. He'll cry silent tears as he holds baby Riley to his chest, years ago he never thought he'd have his own family and now he's here. Witnessing his baby's first words. Ghost, being the excellent father he is, basically forced you to finally go out for girls night knowing you needed time to yourself. Ghost couldn't wait for a night of tummy time, playing and just straight up cuddling while watching Bluey. Baby Riley was laid on their daddy's chest, trying to fight sleep but failing miserably and just before baby Riley fell asleep they said Dada as they clutched to Ghost's shirt.

Did you say Dada

Ghost didn't move realising baby Riley is now asleep

God I never thought I'd love anyone more then I love your mummy

Ghost carefully hugs baby Riley tighter 

But then you came into my life. Best thing to ever happy to me and your mummy