#barry sloane

[spicywriter]

HIDE AND SEEK : JOHN PRICE

cw: stalking. knife play. fingering. shit gets wild.

an: posted for the first time. enjoy, nasty fucks. more writing coming soon;)

I can’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing me tremble within my skin. I can’t let him win every single time he decides to scare me by roaming outside my house, trying to instill a sense of dread inside me. I can’t even talk to anyone without making sure they don’t lose their lives— especially guys.

I know that if a guy even wishes to talk to me, he’s probably going to sew their vocals chords shut. No, he’s definitely going to. No amount of security can confine this man. Nothing. Everything I’ve tried has failed. He always finds some way to maneuver around the system. But that’s okay, because this time I’ll show him that I’m not scared of him. Even if I am, like every night, he’ll stop by— he’ll roam around my house like always, sometimes would send me a text message, and then he’ll leave.

But this time I’ll find the perfect moment, just a small crack in his plan and I’ll flee away from here. He’ll be here soon. Just the thought of him makes my hair stand. I focused on my breathing, listening intently to outside noises. My head whips towards the noise of a branch cracking outside. He’s here.

I grab a knife just in case things don’t go accordingly— and tiptoe towards a window in my living room. I peeked through the tiny opening while looking at his hooded figure, my breath hitches. He halts in his steps, taking out his phone, seeing his fingers rapidly pressing on the screen.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket before slowly taking it out…

Unknown number: I must be looking good today, seeing how hard you’re staring at me.

Furrowing my brows, I look away from the screen and back at him just to see him looking right directly at me. Shit.

He begins walking west from my front door, starting to roam around my house like usual. I wait for a minute, knowing that he’ll be on the opposite side from my front door, and then I rush towards the door. But I immediately freeze hearing keys jingle. Wait a damn minute, why is he here? He’s supposed to be on the other side.

I hear him inserting the key in the lock. My legs develop a mind of their own as I dashed to the nearest wall and hid behind it. The door cracks open, revealing a tall hooded figure as he starts to walk around. Few minutes later, I hear his footsteps going upstairs. Now’s my chance.

I charge for the door when suddenly I stopped dead in my track. “Going somewhere, my love?” I gulped and slowly turned around and there he was, walking downstairs. I feel the liquid adrenaline pumping through my body. I just froze, I couldn’t even move an inch. His deep British accent voice rings inside my skull

“You’re too scared to run, aren’t you?” I whimper involuntarily. He’s right. My knees begin to tremble while he grin widens, knowing he got under my skin. I come back to my senses before holding my knife up— my hands slightly shaking violently.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” I muttered out, my voice slightly cracking.

“Do you like games, love?” He questions challengingly, his words drenched in cockiness. I shake my head slowly. He slightly smirks before continuing.

“How about a game called Hide and Seek? If you can hide for ten minutes without being caught, then I’ll leave, forever.” He raises his eyebrows, studying my face. For someone who has been infatuated with me for almost three months, disappearing altogether in ten minutes doesn’t sound promising. Either way, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes— and if ten minutes is all it takes, then so be it.

“Start counting.” He commands, before he exits out of the front door and circling my house— making sure I don’t try to officially run away in the process. There are absolutely no hiding spots in my fucking house. I managed to find a compact space in my closet, just enough for my body to squeeze in.

A few minutes later, I hear the front door close— and his heavy boots clanking on the floor. I count the minutes in my head. Approximately seven minutes later, I realize that I don’t hear him.

I quietly crawl out, making sure I don’t creak my floor which ends up taking some time to reach. He’s nowhere. I have about fourteen seconds, and it’s over. I swiftly moved— being cautions of my surroundings as I make my way to the front door. Counting down the seconds in my head, I reached for the doorknob, twisting it and flipping the door opened on the last few seconds.

Before I could dashed out, someone grabs me by my waist and pushed me on the hard cold floor— my back colliding harshly with it. “Gotcha. Did you think you can really outsmart me? You have no fucking idea who I am. You can’t get past me even if you wanted to. I hope what I’m going to do next answers your previous questions, yeah?” He hisses before hovering above me— his hands are on my throat, slightly knocking the air out of my lungs.

I struggled, attempting to shove him away but my efforts are futile. Suddenly, he leans down close to me and presses his lips onto mines— this shouldn’t feel good— I shouldn’t like this. The way his lips mould with mine, leaving no space between us. How is tongue explores my mouth greedily, licking into me. How he touches me everywhere. I don’t have a damn choice— I managed to roughly push him off of me, gasping for air. My chest was slightly burning while my heart was racing rapidly.

One of his hands is around my throat while the other grabs the knife is my hand that I had long forgotten about. “What should I do with you, hm?” I struggle against him, but his strong hold is tight. He waves the knife around my cheek, my shaking body risking getting sliced. “or maybe I should cut that pretty tongue of yours.” He slightly scoffs, the tip of the knife slightly pushing onto my bottom lip, making a tiny cut as blood tickles down my chin.

“Open your mouth.” He orders, and I comply, feeling his grip on my throat slowly loosen. I opened my mouth which was slightly twitching and trembling in fear before he slowly inserts the knife, the flat blunt surface of the cold metal on my tongue— being careful not to cut the inside of my mouth. “Or maybe I should…” his sentence trails off as his eyes set on my throbbing cunt. He slowly leads the tip of the knife between my legs, only a centimeter away from my core. “Take it off.” He demands, gently gazing against my clit through my shorts.

“Come on sweetheart, take ‘em off.” His tone sounds so reassuring but his actions are the complete opposite. My fingers move and hook around the hem of my shorts, pulling them off roughly. I can feel the pool of my arousal painting my thighs and soaking my panties.

His orbs instantly latch down there. “Does this excite you? How fucking adorable.” His smokey laugh pinches my ears, and I feel the humiliation swell my skin. The knife slips under the hem and cuts off the string on both sides.

I gasped— completely bottomless, and aching. He turns his knife around so he grips the sharp metal, the tight grip making his palm start to bleed. The handle stops at my opening— then I feel it slowly pushing inside, causing me to moan slightly. “Come on baby, let it out.” He commanding voice booms out while he thrusts deeper— his thumb circling on my clit roughly

The pleasure builds more and more until it explodes inside of me, flooding my system with immense pleasure. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth hangs open as my entire body tenses— it’s almost unbearable. He moves my hair aside, pressing his warm lips on my neck and placing featherlight kisses there.

“Good girl.” He praises, before embracing me in his strong arms. “No matter where you go or what you do, you’ll always be my prey— and I’ll always hunt you down.”

— © SPICYWRITER 2024.

[sevs-corner]

OH MAH GAWD- I literally just saw a clip of Barry Sloane in a British crime drama called the “The Bay” and its makin’ me act up with his character’s domesticity with the FL

And of COURSE i’m taking inspo from Barry’s other roles to write more about Price (i’m doing it for the others too like Warren Kole (Graves) in Uncharted 4 as Adler, but doin’ all that takes time-- tho im willing to do the deepdive SHDBBWJAH)

This is very surface level reading of the character on the show (i swear i have to find where to watch it) but, connecting it with his other role as Price— I CAN IMAGINE PRICE RETIRING AS A DAD !!

He is giving househusband energy, taking care of the kids, doing all the manual labor housework, living his best country-side life with a girlfriend or wife he met when he moved in there.

HE👏IS👏CHARISMATIC👏

Man will swoon anyone if given the chance, just like a handy-tool-man that everyone calls if they need their house a little bit of fixing with their garden, plumbing— THIS MAN IS MULTI-TALENTED

He is that guy, always being pushed by drunken uncles and old folks at the pub to marry their daughters, and he tries his best to deny

Because he’s looking for someone to take care of him— not vice versa

When he does find the one, this man is ready to dedicate the last legs of his life to them.

He is just that committed!

He definitely makes it known to them through carefully planned dates, well-thought out gifts, being a reliable partner, and a comfort person to them.

In no time, they swept under their feet and moving right into his home— unknowing of the next step in the relationship to be right around the corner. Price couldn’t hold back anymore, he had to pop the question and get the ring on your hand now!!

He’s not taking chances and he’s not waiting any longer— he’s seen lots of things in his lifetime and he knows its them. It was only them who he could imagine spending his time with even when wrinkly and bones rattling.

But he’s also ready to wait if they need to, he’ll wait lifetimes so he could finally hear that he is someone’s “yours forever.”

[cursednightingale]

IM MELTING

his soft little grip on Riley's paw🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[the-palelady]

i need to know if anyone else thinks of this specific screenshot because i think about it 8 million times a fucking day. why is he so big i need him to look down at me that way i need him to throw me across the room i beggeth like don't even joke with me lad

i can take him and ghost. decipher that how you will

[s-oaps]

CAPTAIN SAYS YEET

[sky-is-the-limit]

[kruegerslov3r]

daddy issue? I LOVE DADDY ISSUES 🫶❤️

[artistcalledbella]

Added this recent drawing of price to my print shop

[hunnam]

Barry Sloane as Zachary Heflin Longmire (2012-2017) Pt. 2

[lights-on-the-ridge]

my brain is so filled with the Siberia outfit

thinking of his heater

no seriously why did he do that creepy smile…..Kate PLEASE keep him on a leash😭🙏

+ obligatory realism because i cant help myself… look at him

[tamago-art]

Barry studies

[mndvx]

thesandmanofficial The Endless have finally assembled: Introducing Adrian Lester as Destiny, Esmé Creed-Miles as Delirium and Barry Sloane as the Prodigal in the next season of THE SANDMAN. It’s going to be one Hell of a family reunion.

[angel5ofp0rn]

Johnathan Price is that you 😩

[xyras-maze]

IM SORRY CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW ADORABLE JOHN'S SMILE IS?

Like whenever I see his smile I automatically smile too it's like a natural reaction ughhh

Credits to the oc

[itsallgoodmann]

ONE NIGHT I PROMISE I WONT FUMBLE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[fanartist666]

Reader: "JOHNATHAN MICHAEL PRICE."

John 'Bravo0-6' Price, 6'3 200+lb SAS captain:

(Ty staytrueblue for his middle name being Michael btw)