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Leon Kennedy Brainrot / pt.ii

Warning; self-indulgent once again, afab!leon, tipsy!leon, blowjob, cum eating, face sitting, cunningulus, overstimulation, breeding kink, cum inflation, cervix fucking. This could be read as an 'established relationship' or 'friends with benefits' tbh.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

pt.i

2nd Person Narration.

[1st scenario]

What a filthy sight you had right now, not that you were complaining either way.

Leon had come over to your place to unwind a bit after a stressful day, and he happened to find the freshly bought bottle of whisky in your kitchen cabinet, so he made himself comfortable sitting on the living room floor, bottle and glass cup placed in front of him on the coffee table.

And now, the blond was "slightly tipsy" as he put so himself, but a tipsy Leon wouldn't be so... assertive, even tipsy, he would still have some shame in him, but now?

He was on his knees between your legs, his lips nicely wrapped around the tip of your cock, his warm tongue swirling around it, moaning at the taste of your pre-cum on his tongue, pushing further down as he felt your cock reaching the back of his throat. Leon tried not to gag, but the tears gathering in his eyes made it obvious that he was having trouble taking you in his mouth, so gently, to reassure him that it was okay to take his time and not push himself too much, you reached your hand to sweetly stroke his blond, soft hair.

"Don't push yourself, puppy, you're doing so well for me," his blue eyes looked into yours, the blush on his face getting darker as he felt you pulling on his hair, "Your mouth feels so good, puppy."

Leon feels his whole body shivering as he listens to your moans and gasps, his clit throbbing and his dripping hole clenching around nothing, whimpering at the reactions your noises and praises cause to his body.

He lifted his hand and wrapped it around the inches of your cock he couldn't fit in his mouth, his free hand holding onto your thigh as he bobbed his head up and down, watching closely your reactions, stimulating those points he found out made you weak, making you release louder noises of his name, or simply calling him 'your sweet puppy'.

Leon whined and whimpered around your cock with every praise you gave him, every stroke of your hand on his hair, he couldn't get enough of you, his hips bucking up, trying to find some kind of friction that could stimulate his throbbing cunt.

"P-puppy, wait... I'm gonna c-cum..." Your words were released between heavy breaths, the hand that wasn't interlocked in Leon's hair was gripping onto the couch, jaw clenched as you held in your orgasm, barely audible whines coming out.

You tried to pull Leon away from you, but he simply held into your wrist and made you push his head further close, the tip of your cock reaching down his throat, causing him to roll his eyes into the back of his head, his movement getting faster as the slurping and gagging sounds coming from him increased in volume.

He let out muffled words, trying to tell you to cum in his mouth, that it was okay, that he wanted to taste it, that he needed to feel it sliding down his throat, but as he did so, the vibrations you felt on your cock made you buck your hips up into his mouth. Leon's eyes stare up at you with a dazed look in them, tears gathering in them as he whined nonstop at the feeling of your cock twitching in his mouth, your pre-cum leaking more and more out of your slit.

"Leon- fuck, puppy..." Your hand held his head still, biting your lip as your back arched, a groan resonating in your chest as you came into Leon's mouth.

The blond cried as he enjoyed the feeling of your hot cum sliding down his throat, feeling his pussy twitching as his thighs trembled from the orgasm that hit his body.

[2nd scenario]

You were just laying down on the couch, looking at the ceiling, bored out of your mind, when you see Leon out of the corner of your eye. He had just gotten out of the shower.

And he didn't even bother getting fully dressed. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt and his black boxer briefs, and the small glimpse made you turn your head to look at his gorgeous body as he walked past you on his way to the kitchen, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge, he took a sip from it when he noticed you looking at him.

"What?" You smirked while eyeing him up and down.

"Come sit on my face, baby," he was caught off guard, almost spitting out his drink, he was clearly shocked by your words, "You seem to need a seat and it just so happens that... my face is free," you added with a cheeky wink, watching him chuckle with a blush on his face.

"You're so silly sometimes..."

Being silly or not it didn't matter.

Especially when your hands held tightly onto his thighs as his hands gripped your hair, grinding his puffy clit on your nose as you let him ride your face to his heart's content.

You observed his expression with a dark look in your eyes, listening to his pleasure cries of your name, his head thrown back as he whined and whimpered at the feeling of your tongue playing with his soft, wet folds.

Leon couldn't help but cry in embarrassment whenever he looked down to make eye contact with you, feeling your hands stroking his thighs, keeping him pressed down on your face, not caring about the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

You just wanted to feel him cumming on your tongue, his juices dripping down your chin as you relentlessly sucked and flicked your tongue on his clit.

Leon released a rather loud, high-pitched moan, his hands moving to hold onto the armrest of the couch, his thighs trembling as they closed around your head, incoherent mumbled words leaving his mouth, just over and over calling your name.

"Please, please please baby~ I'm gonna cum, please, make me cum..." You groaned as you felt him clenching around your tongue, his sweet juices filling your mouth and dripping down the corner of your mouth, mixing with your saliva.

"Yes, pup, cum on my face, I wanna feel you cumming on me," you growled as you moved your head closer to his drenched pussy, hearing him whimper and moan, cursing as he couldn't prevent his body from bending forward, his forehead pressed on his forearms as he almost ripped the fabric of the couch.

You felt your cock throbbing in your underwear, letting out a satisfied groan as you continued your ministrations to his oversensitive clit, hearing him pleading, begging you to stop 'cause he couldn't hold on anymore, but you kept going, holding him up and changing your positions as you kept eating him out like a starved man, enjoying the way his body trembled and twitched with every orgasm you sucked out of him.

[3rd scenario]

After a stressful day, Leon wanted nothing else but to forget it all.

And what better way than have you pounding him like your life depends on it?

His arms had long given out from holding him up, his face now pressed on the pillow, wetting it with his tears, drool, and sweat whilst your hands held onto his hips, fucking him deep and rough just like he needed it to forget the day he had.

Of course, you were more than glad to help him with anything he needed, and that included having you fuck him dumb, loving the way he whimpered your name every time you filled him with your cum, hearing him spluttering between sobs how he wants you to fill him up more.

"Fill me, please fill me up- I wanna feel your cum inside my pussy- I need to feel your cum filling my belly, please please please~" his eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt your thrusts reaching deeper inside him, the tip of your cock reaching his cervix, and he couldn't help the drawn out whine he released, "Need to have my belly swollen with your hot cum- fuck- fucking hell, get me pregnant please I want you to make me pregnant, shit- make me yours, sir, please, don't stop~."

Well, you could never deny him anything when he sounds so desperate for it, could you?

Leaning down to his ear, you held his pretty face, drenched with tears and flushed red, a dreamy look in his blue eyes.

"That's what my puppy wants? Hmm? Wants me to fuck his tight pussy over and over again and spill my cum inside him? Is that what you want?" You felt his mushy walls twitching around your cock, and he nodded his head as excitedly as he could with your hand still holding your chin.

"Yes yes yes~ please sir, I just... I wanna be all yours, please, my pussy is made for you, need you to breed me," damn, his desperate words only work to turn you on even more.

"You're such a good puppy for me," you mutter before placing your lips on his, feeling Leon's hips move back on yours as he kept tightening around your cock.

Let's just say that night you found out about Leon's huge breeding kink, something that made him feel so incredibly embarrassed as you teased him about it the next day.

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This man has me in a chokehold if y'all haven't realized yet 💀 btw! Sorry if you're tired of the leon content!

[mistermilkcarto]

things miguel o’hara won’t admit he loves. mdni 18+ not proof read

riding your face - he just gets so shy abt it at first. once he lets loose there’s no stopping him

getting ate out - there’s a certain intimacy that goes into it. he doesn’t want to admit he likes being taken care of.

cockwarming - he loves you just being inside him. whether that’s his throat or his pussy. it’s a rare moment of calmness

creampies - he’ll deny it all he wants and complains abt how it’s too much work to clean up. but the way his legs lock around your waist and won’t allow you to pull out tells a different story.

deepthroating/throat fucking - he just loves being completely used for your pleasure.

total power switch - listen. he’s a big guy and he’s been used to being in control so taking it from him just does something for him.

belly bulges - i think this is self explanatory

overstimulation- he likes being thoroughly used, satisfied, and fucked dumb. he doesn’t want to be able to make a complete sentence when you’re done.

dumbification - listen he wants to be called a dumb slut/whore. just make sure you give him some praise during aftercare.

[mistermilkcarto]

spider kidz :P

[mistermilkcarto]

Jealous!reader and ftm!bucky?

pls anon ur killing me here 💔

fucking ftm!bucky in the mating press position, literally folding him in half and fucking him so roughly that every thrust is punching a moan out of his lungs.

he’s crying so cutely, fat salty tears dripping down his cheeks and staining the sheets under him. his hair is splayed out like a halo on the pillow under him, and you would slow down to appreciate how pretty he looked,,, but the pure irritation and jealousy pumping through your veins only encourages you to go even harder.

you’re whispering the filthiest things into his ear, and he can barely even form a coherent sentence. his messy cunt is clenching around you, and you can physically feel how close he is to cumming once again. repetitive plap.. plap.. plap.. of your hips pressing against his has his mind fucking spinning.

he squirts, his sloppy cum-filled cunt gushing around you. he fucking squeals, though you don’t let up even in the slightest. you’re buried to the hilt in his pussy; grunting as you fill him up again.

“could they have you like this? all cock drunk and dumb? maybe i should test my theory. whore you out to the them to see if they could have you crying like this.” you allow him a small break to breathe, still buried deep within him. he’s whining, shaking his head that ‘no, you’re the only one i’d allow to have me like this,’ and you smirk against his chest, grinding your hips up into his.

“let’s see how much i can make that pretty cunt squirt since you’re all mine,, let them hear how i make you feel, james.” you taunt, starting up the incessant cycle of fucking into him once again.

[mistermilkcarto]

well of course this is coming now i lied they were totally related. alex w daddy kink? he always gave me the vibes hes had some girl call him it once and was like yeah okay. sure. why not. and never really gave it any thought until readers fucked him so stupid he just randomly blurts it out and is internally like AM I INTO THAT? but reader jus finds it hot and goes harder <3

okay thank u love you kisses

Alex Keller x Male Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Daddy kink, rough sex.

He thinks it doesn’t really affect him - sure he’s been called daddy before, but he just assumed that’s what his partner wanted and went along with it, even if it didn’t really make him feel anything. At least, that’s what he thought, until a bad day turned into a bad week and by the end of it he was falling into your arms, looking at you with those pretty blue eyes and pleading for you to take him out of his head for a while.

So that’s what you do, pound him into the mattress until his brain turns to mush and he loses all control of his mouth, unable to stop the mixture of babbling words and moans that pour out. Most of them are nonsense gibberish, nothing you haven’t heard before from Alex, until one hard, particular thrust jostles his body, and it slips out before he can even think; “Daddy.”

It sobers him up real quick, the reality of what he said crashing down on him. You feel it below you, the way he’s back in the room and beginning to overthink, so before he can spiral too far you’re yanking him up, one hand tightly holding his hip while the other crosses his chest to keep him pressed against you. 

He’s ready to brush it off, downplay it, until your harsh thrusts turn into deep grinds that have all thoughts scattering from his brain. Goosebumps quickly rise to the surface of his skin when you move closer to his ear, “That what you want baby? You want daddy to take care of you?”

That definitely strikes something within him, the way his hole clenches around you and Alex vigorously nods, choking on his own moans when you pick up speed again. You push him back down and take hold of his hips, gripping tight as you go harder, Alex wasting little time in testing out his new kink as he chants “Daddy.”

He moans the loudest you’ve heard in a while when you speak again. “That’s it, just let daddy take care of you.”

[mistermilkcarto]

I've saw that you had written something for Miguel o hara and I've been simping hard for him ever since the trailers came out. And I've been needing some male reader so if you dont think it's to much to write about Miguel being really desperate for reader and needing reader inside of him which leads to Miguel tearing his suit open for reader to use and finally use him. If this is alot then am sorry for taking up space it just that I've never seen someone write for male reader for 2099.

desperation

miguel o'hara x male reader

note: no worries, i'm currently hyperfixated on miguel. this was fun to write, hope you like it! [ slightly proofread ] .

cw: bottom!miguel, breeding, sexual tension, rough & outdoor sex.

word count: 1.4k

“fuck– it’s too hot in this suit,” you murmured as you grabbed hold of your mask, taking it off swiftly. you and miguel had been patrolling for the night on the outskirts of your city after being alerted by your officials. 

the way you said “fuck” made miguel’s head spin, the tension only building up even further. this whole time miguel has been fighting his own urges to make a move but was far too embarrassed in an environment like this. even if the location was miles away from the headquarters, he did not want to risk being caught by anybody. everything about you from your touseled hair to your suit hugging tightly around your shape made him flustered and tried to stay out of your gaze. 

you noticed him turn away and raised a brow, wondering if he had seen something in the distance or was simply feeling unwell. “you alright, mig?” you asked, slightly teasing him with the nickname you loved using. he let out a small huff through his mask and saw the misty cloud escape through it, as the temperature outside was a bit colder than usual but you didn’t mind. 

“yeah, don’t worry. just a bit cold,” he replied and you shrugged your shoulders, taking a seat on a nearby rock. miguel glanced over at you as you rested your elbows on your thighs, causing your suit to stretch around your arms. from all of the training you’ve had over the years, it definitely paid off, and staring at you simply made miguel’s stomach feel warm.

“y’know, this is so useless..” you grunted and he raised a brow, humming a small “hm?” under his breath. “there’s no threat. is everyone just on edge? because personally, i’d rather be home under the covers.” annoyed, you kicked a tiny pebble off to the side and slightly leaned your head back out of frustration. 

miguel’s breathing changed as he continued to watch you, not paying attention to any of the words you just said. he was focused on your breathing and how your neck flexed against your suit, your adam’s apple becoming prominent. he sat down across from you, causing you to look up at him and he seemed more tense than usual. you furrowed your eyebrows together, afraid that there was something on his mind, and refused to tell you about it.

“are you sure you’re alright?” you asked and there was a pause before he answered, “of course, what makes you think i’m not?” he spoke as if he was reading off of a script and you rolled your eyes.

“you aren’t talking much and you sound like you’re so miserable, is it that difficult to be around me?” you playfully joked and yes, it was difficult. miguel was sitting there fantasizing about you and he couldn’t do anything about his thoughts as he was trying to get ahold of himself. until it got too much and he felt a familiar tightness on the lower half of his suit, covering his lap in embarrassment. 

“no, i’m not miserable and it is not difficult to be around you. i’m just thinking about the project we’ve been working on is all,” he mumbled as he began fidgeting with his hands, causing his knuckles to brush against his boner. miguel let out a hiss, trying to cover it with a lame cough but you never thought anything of it. you got up, pacing around in front of him, trying to think of what to do for the next hour. miguel continued to watch you, his eyes examining each move you made. he felt like a pervert but couldn’t help his thoughts as you were standing right in front of him, his desperation for you only growing stronger by the minute. when you turned around, miguel got up from his seat and stood right behind you, pressing his body against your back. 

“hey, do you–” you felt something poke against you, knowing that familiar feeling. “i can’t do this anymore,” he grunted in your ear, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. you licked the top row of your teeth, watching his hand slowly trail down to your own bulge. 

“miguel..” you warned as you leaned into his touch, bucking your hips up against his hand. you moved out of his grasp and turned around to face him. 

you took off his mask for him, revealing his lustful eyes. his fangs poked through his lips and you found it adorable, grabbing a hold of his face to make him watch what you were going to do. he looked down, his eyes trailing to your hand as you rubbed your hand against his cock. miguel let out a gasp, causing him to bite down on his lip and poked himself with his own fangs. he winced but was too focused on the pleasure you were giving him. 

“so this is what got you all hot ‘n bothered, hm?” you teased, and he whined as he tried to press himself against you even further. miguel got tired of the teasing and took matters into his own hands as he pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you. it caught you by surprise and you placed your hands on his shoulders, gripping tightly onto his suit. 

“please.” he whined into the kiss, his hands tampering with his own suit. you pressed on the emblem on your chest, causing your suit to disenthrall from your figure. without thinking about the consequences of his actions, miguel tore open his suit for easier access as his suit was more complicated to get out of. the sound of the fabric tearing made your eyes widen, knowing it took him so long to perfect every aspect of it. 

“¿tan desesperado estás?” you whispered against his mouth as you signaled for him to jump, pinning him against a nearby wall. 

“cállate.” he hissed, connecting your lips together once again. you took your cock in your hand, noticing the precum that was spilling out. miguel bit down on your shoulder, feeling his sharp teeth pierce through your skin, causing you to let out a loud moan. 

“fuck me already. please, stop making me wait. i’m so des– fuck!” he whined in your ear, feeling his hot breath against it. you thrust into him without any warning, forcing your cock to go in. you felt him stretch around you, a string of curses slipping out of your mouth. “you’re so tight miguel…” you grunted through your gritted teeth, finally putting all of it inside of him. 

you used one arm to stabilize yourself and the other to hold miguel, keeping him close to your body. miguel dug his claws into your back as you pounded into him, not giving him any time to adjust to you. he threw his head back against the wall and you looked at him, thinking it was such a pretty sight to see him so desperate for you. 

you quickened your pace, each thrust began to be harder and rougher. miguel’s moans filled the air as he did not care to be loud, noticing him stare off into nothing as if he was so cock drunk. you took this as encouragement, slamming into him as you felt your orgasm reaching its peak. 

miguel seemed to notice too, mumbling in your ear, “breed me… please” as that was all that he could let out. you smiled, pressing a kiss against his temple, “good boys get what they want”. you buried your face into his neck as you came, moaning his name out loud as you made sure to pin his ass against your cock. miguel followed shortly after, gasping for air as he moaned your name over and over again. you stood there, still inside him as you wanted to make sure you filled him up. 

“you alright?” you asked with concern, looking up at him. he pressed his forehead against yours, a smirk plastered across his face. 

“of course. getting fucked by you is always the best thing… and don’t you dare move.” he sternly ordered, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to keep himself steady. 

“i wasn’t planning to just yet. but what about your suit?” you asked and he pointed at his wrist cuff, not noticing it before.

“i made a new prototype. thought i’d test it out tonight…” he mumbled, closing up the space between you two to kiss you once again. he began to move his hips, earning a groan from you.

“you fuckin’ whore… you do realize that there are cameras right?” you pointed up at one and he placed his hand behind your nape, pulling you closer to him.

“then let them watch.”

[mistermilkcarto]

Imagine Brat!Simon crying as you make him come over and over again. You pounding him as he begs for mercy, tears filling his eyes.

"F-fuck! Wai-Ah! Pleasee!"

[mistermilkcarto]

Thinkin' about tying up sub!venom and then eating out his slimy cunt poor bby would be growling and groaning in pleasure pleasure while Eddie is making the most girlish moans inside venoms head

Lord I'll be a goner six feet under I tell ya 😫

-🚬

Venom leans back on the bed, spreading his massive thighs further to give you move space between them as he moans. You drag the flat of your tongue over his puffy folds, humming at the sweet taste of his slick. You pull back just to spit onto his clit, rubbing it in tight circles with the pad of your fingers. Venom shudders, his white eyes squinting in pleasure as his tongue drools onto his chest. You use your thumbs to spread him open, watching him twitch and gape around nothing. 

The symbiote bucks into your touch as you slip two fingers inside his cunt, and they’re immediately enveloped by a slippery warmth that has your mouth watering. You hum and latch your lips around his clit, suckling harshly. A pair of voices cry out your name, a gush of juices squirting out to coat the lower half of your face, and you groan against him as you fuck your fingers into his sloppy cunt.

[mistermilkcarto]

141 + los vaqueros with m!reader who has a snatched waist😭

141 + Vaqueros with a s/o with a ' snatched ' waist. ; Male reader

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪I know I said I'm on hiatus but please listen 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪Headcanons ; nsfw mentions 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪I made these short I'm sorry

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Cpt. John Price

When you revealed your waist, (whether it was when you were changing after working out or just taking your shirt off) he was shocked.

Don't get him wrong, he has a nice waist too. But yours was a sight for sore eyes.

If you were more muscular or thin guy and your toned abdomen would highlight your waist he'd tease you about it.

" What you got that for? "

He loves it overall

Especially when he can use it as a handle to fuck into you harder

Simon " Ghost " Riley

Simon is also the owner of a slutty man waist.

Jokes about how you guys are so meant for eachother to the point you have matching waists.

Likes massaging your back and focusing on the midline of your torso.

Wraps his arms around your waist while resting his head during cuddling.

Likes to hold onto it when he's riding you.

John " Soap " MacTavish

Drools over your waist.

Will praise you if he feels like it.

Will stand behind you while you wash dishes or cook and rub his hands over his curves while kissing your neck and mumbling silent praises. (I should write a fic on this.)

When you just lay on the couch or your bed with your shirt off he will start rubbing at your waist.

He loves you so much, and he loves your midriff too.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

He's just a tease about it.

" What's that waist so small for? For me to grab it? "

Very much hopes you agree with his statement.

He's pathetic about your waist, finding any excuse to touch you, wrap his arms around you etc.

When he fucks your thighs he likes to hug your waist as he looses himself of you.

Leaves hickies on your abdomen just for funsies.

Alejandro Vargas

He's a slut

Likes running his fingers around the dip of your waist when you lay on your side when you're asleep.

Asks if you can dance with him because your waist is perfect grabbing on too.

Wonders if you do any specific workout routine to keep it intact.

Has a wildly inappropriate imagination on what he could do to you with the assistance of your waist.

Let your mind wander.

Rodolfo " Rudy " Parra

HE'S SO HUSBAND.

Has a goofy lovesick grin on his face everytime he feels up on your waist.

He rubs his head on your abdomen to relieve stress, his small stubble tickling at you.

Will just lay his head on your stomach with your hand in his hair, massaging away at his scalp.

Uses your waist as a handle to keep you from squirming away when giving you head, making sure you give him every single drop.

[mistermilkcarto]

I was thinking and wondering about how 141 and könig would react if their s/o started breaking down whenever they dropped a plate or fucked up in some way like leaving something on the stove and their s/o completely breaks down. Apologizing and crying and saying “pls don’t be mad at me” stuff like that.

Or reader accidentally says “ok” I’m a kinda of snippy voice and they genuinely didn’t hear reader, and say “what?” And reader responds with “yes sir” or some shit like that as a trauma response? Srry if this is confusing lol

If this makes you uncomfortable pls ignore

Hey there! I can do this, no problem.

141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, abuse, crying, feelings of unworthiness, swearing - ENDS IN FLUFF!!!

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Simon Ghost Riley-

Nothing was going your way today. You spilled coffee on yourself first thing this morning, stepped in a muddy puddle with your brand new shoes, and your boss was in a horrible mood, and you were his target.

You made it home later that night, and it took everything in you not to break down. Simon would be home soon, and you knew he'd be hungry, so you mustered what energy you could to head to the kitchen and start cooking.

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"Hey babe, I'm home." You heard Simon's voice call from the front door.

"Hey, dinner is ready." You turned a bit too quickly to greet your husband, and the plate of food in your hands slid from your grasp, smashing to the floor.

You both stood there for a moment, staring at the mess on the floor, before you let out a choked sob.

Simon quickly threw his gear to the floor and carefully made his way around the broken shards to you. "Baby, what's wrong? It's okay. We can clean it."

"Please don't be mad at me, Simon." You sobbed into his chest. "I didn't mean to it, it slipped."

Simon's eyes widened as he looked down at you, grasping your cheeks in his hands softly. "Sweetheart, why would I be mad at you? It was an accident."

"Because I broke the plate! And you were probably hungry, and now dinner is ruined, and I'm a terrible spouse." Your brain was going a mile a minute as the word vomit continued to pour out. "I'm so sorry, Simon. I'll be better."

Simon pulled you back into his chest as he tore through the thoughts in his head. Why were you so upset? It was just a plate. You two could order takeout? What kind of person would be mad over....oh. A lightbulb went off in Simon's head as he looked down at you.

"Y/N, sweetheart, look at me."

You slowly peeled your head from his chest as you looked up at him, your eyes puffy and red from crying.

Simon rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks gently before he spoke. "I'm not him. And you are a wonderful spouse. I couldn't have asked for anyone better to be by my side every day. I don't give a damn if you dropped a plate. We are all human, kid."

You let out another sob, your bottom lip quivering as you took in his words. It was known, Simon was a man of few words, but he always, always knew what to say to help you in the moment.

"I love you, Y/N, always. I'm always going to be here for you, and I promise you, I'm never going to get mad about trivial shit like this. You're okay."

Simon stayed holding you for some time, rubbing soothing circles in your back as you started to calm down. "Why don't we order some takeout, yeah? My treat."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You and Johnny had just finished up dinner, and he was currently finishing up the dishes as you got the show you two were binging ready on the TV.

"Do you want any popcorn or anything babe?" He asked as he placed the last dish in the cupboard.

"Nah, only you and a buttload of cuddles." You said, turning to him with a warm smile.

Johnny leaned back, admiring you, as his hands rested on the stove behind him.

"FUCK!" He cried out, as there was a searing pain emitting from his hand. "Is the stove still on?"

You jumped up from your spot on the couch, alarmed at Johnny's cry of pain, and you went white as you realized you'd forgotten to turn the stove off after cooking dinner.

"Oh my God, Johnny. I'm so sorry." You mumbled, your heart beginning to race as you made your way over to your boyfriend slowly.

"Shite, that fucking hurts." Johnny waived his hand in the air, trying to shake away some of the pain, not realizing his quick movements had you hunched down in the corner, your arms over your head defensively.

"Y/N?" He asked, the pain in his hand long forgotten. "Baby, did you..did you think I was going to hit you?"

"I...I... I'm sorry, Johnny. I didn't mean to, I forgot I thought I turned it off." You cried out, tears now falling down your cheeks, your hands shaking violently.

"Did that..did that fucker hurt you?" Johnny began to put the pieces together in his brain. Before him, you were in a relationship with a man who liked to hurt you whenever you made a mistake.

You gave a small nod, your bottom lip trembling as you tried to prevent a small sob from escaping. Johnny slowly moved to sit on the floor next to to, and grabbed your hands gently.

"Y/N, I will never, and I mean never lay a finger on you like that. Any man who does has no right to be called a man. I am so sorry you went through that." Johnny rubbed soothing circles into your wrists as his eyes stared lovingly into yours. "Don't worry about the stove being left on. It happens. I do shit like that all the time. Plus, I've gotten way worse burns than this, this is child's play."

You let out a soft chuckle as you exhaled deeply. "I love you, Johnny. Thank you. Let me at least grab the burn cream for you."

"I love you too, babe." He have you a warm smile as you walked over to the medicine cabinet and watched as you fumbled with the contents.

Johnny made a silent promise to himself that day, that if he ever saw your ex, he'd teach him a lesson of his own.

John Price-

"Hey, have you seen my white dress shirt? It's not in my closet." John asked, as he rummaged through your shared room. He had a gala tonight he was supposed to attend, and he couldn't find his favorite white shirt.

"Oh! I washed it, I knew you wanted to wear it, let me go grab it from the dryer." You called back, making your way to your laundry room.

You rummaged through the dryer, trying to find his shirt, and your heart dropped when you saw it. You pulled it out, revealing a giant ink stain on the front, and looked over to find a pen that had gone through the dryer along with it.

Your hand flew to your mouth as you let out a muffled sob. "No, no, no."

"Were you able to find it? I appriciate you washing-" John's voice was cut short as he took in the scene in front of him. "Is that my shirt?"

"John...I... I didn't know that it was..there was a pen." You started rambling, your voice trembling with each word.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he took in your state. "It's alright, love."

"No! No you're mad, I fucked up and now you're mad. I'm so sorry. I didn't know there was a pen, and..and.. please don't hate me." You sobbed, falling to your knees, your hands flying to your face.

John felt his heart shatter as he watched you crumble to the floor. He was very aware of the past you had with your family, a family that allowed for very few mistakes, and one that would punish you for any said mistakes.

"Y/N. Baby. It's okay." John crouched down beside you, pulling you into his lap. "I've got you, it's alright."

You choked out a sob as you threw your face into his chest, staining his shirt with your tears. "No, no, it's not. This was your favorite shirt and I fucked it up."

"Love, I was the one who left that pen in my pants. It's my fault, not yours. I promise you, honey, I'm not mad." He rubbed at your arms soothingly as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you continued to clutch onto your husband's arms. "I should've looked, still. I'll buy you a new one."

"Aye, screw the shirt. I'm kind of glad it's ruined. I didn't want to go to that silly dress up party anyway. I'd much rather stay here with you."

"Really?" You asked, wiping away your tears.

"Really. I don't need some to be at some party with stuffy stuck-up pricks when I can be here with my pretty little partner. I'm gonna go order us some takeout. What do you say we get our pjs on and watch a movie, yeah?"

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Hey, babe. Can you keep me alive in this game for like 5 minutes? I have to go run to the bathroom, I can't pause it." Kyle called out.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I'm not very good at those kinds of games but I can try." You gave him a sheepish smile as you walked over to him.

"It should be super easy. Just walk anywhere, but where the guys with red bars over their heads are. Those are the enemies." Kyle said, before placing a kiss on your head. "I'll be super quick, I promise."

You swallowed thickly as Kyle walked away, your hands shaking slightly as you held onto the controller.

You managed to do pretty well at first, avoiding all of the enemies that were wandering around you. Luck, however, was not on your side for long.

An enemy came out of nowhere as you were pacing back and forth in one of the corners of the map and managed to kill you with one hit.

"Thanks for watching it, babe. I hate how I can't save my progress in -" Kyle stopped mid sentence as he saw the "YOU DIED" message flicker across the TV screen.

"Kyle, I'm so sorry. He...he came out of nowhere, and I.. it was one hit, and there wasn't anything I could do." You started to hyperventilate, your breathing increasing rapidly as tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes. "I was doing well, and I didn't see him I.. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey, it's okay!" Kyle was quick to come over to you, taking the controller from your hands. "I'm not mad, baby."

"But you losy your progress and I fucked up, and now you hate me." Your thoughts were racing through your head faster than you could process, and you threw your face into your hands as you let out a sob.

"Y/N. Baby. I promise you, I couldn't ever hate you. It's a stupid video game. It's okay. You're safe. You're with me, not him." Kyle gently pulled you into his lap as he began to press kisses to your hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. Besides, it gives me a chance to go back and loot better shit anyway."

You looked up to him through your bleary eyes, and gave a wobbly smile. "I don't deserve you, Kyle Garrick."

"Bugger off with that, love. If anyone doesn't deserve anyone, it's me who doesn't deserve you."

König-

You and König were cleaning up in the weapons/gear locker at the end of a brutal mission. The two of you moved in slow motion around the room, removing your gear and laying down your weapons to be cleaned.

"Maus, can you help me get this vest off? I can't seem to get the buckle." Königs voice shook you from your thoughts, and you turned to help your lover.

The strap of the vest seemed to be stuck, so you gave it a little tug. You evidently had put too much pressure, and it caused you to tear a hole in the fabric, leaving the strap useless.

Your mouth flew open, and you quickly ran over to grab one of the sewing kits on the table. You returned to him, and immediately started to thread at the fabric.

"Hey, hey, it's fine. It's just a tear. We can look at it later." König said, trying to grab at your frenzied hands.

"NO! No, I have to fix it!" You shoved him away as you continued to stitch at the torn fabric of his vest. "I have to fix it."

König watched helplessly as tears began to stream down your face, unable to do anything to console you.

He knew of your past boyfriend and how weak he made you feel. Any mistake you made would end with you being on the end of either physical, or mental abuse, and it made Königs blood boil thinking that anyone could harm someone like you.

"Maus." His voice was firm, catching your attention immediately. "Stop, please."

Your bottom lip wobbled, a whimper barely escaping your lips as you looked up at him. "But I ruined it."

"I don't care about the vest, schatz, it's military issued I can get another." He said gently, as he pulled your hands away from the vest. "I just need you to be okay."

"I'm..okay. Please don't me mad at me." You cried softly, looking back to the vest.

"I couldn't ever be mad at you for something like this. I'm not, and will not ever be like him, okay? You're alright, I promise you." His hands dropped yours and landed on the back of your neck, as he turned your head back to him.

"Tell me you're okay." He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"I'm okay." You repeated, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Tell me you're safe." Another kiss was pressed to your cheek.

"I'm safe."

"Tell me you're loved." A kiss was placed to your forehead.

"I am loved." You repeated once more as a final kiss was placed to your lips. König had started this "mantra" of sorts one of the very first panic attacks you had with him, and it had become a comfort for you ever since. He was always the best at calming you down.

"You are so beautiful, Maus. I love you so much. Let's get the rest of this gear off and go to sleep, alright? I've got you."

And he did, he always had you. He'd never, in his life, ever let you feel like you were anything less than wonderful.

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A/N: thanks for reading!

[mistermilkcarto]

i love metalhead m!reader

──HAIKYUU with a metalhead s/o

i. haikyuu

ii. kageyama, tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya x m.reader

iii. language/cussing, fluff

iiii. part one

iiiii. a/n: decided to make this for my metalheads out there, also I had a lot of fun making this lol, enjoy shitheads

p.s: sorry if it's long, I might've accidently over done it a bit

-t. KAGEYAMA:

-So the first time Kageyama meeting you...

-He didn't even blink💀

-Honestly, I think it was love at first sight (kinda like with Hinata but we ain't gonna talk about Haikyuu ships rn-)

-Going into the gym to talk with coach Ukai, bro was too scared to talk to you.

-MANY MONTHS LATER he'd only see you in the hallways....

-He was being so obvious stalking you, you'll see him around the corners glaring at you😭

-He looked so scary and tried to "smile" at you.

-It felt like he was trying to beat you up-

-He really went: "😠"

-Tanaka tried to push him to go talk to you but the plan failed.

-Kageyama just stood there and 10 sec later his face turned into a tomato.

-One day. You just spawned in out of nowhere, asking Kageyama about the volleyball club schedule.

-He panicked-

-Didn't get to practice his "conversations" in the mirror.

-But with your fucking beauty right in front of him...he just-🤷

-He's gonna die of a stupid death but maybe a reasonable one.

-"Tobio Kageyama, died from simping"

-That being on his grave, it was...self-explanatory👍

-"No. I can't die now-I still want to play volleyball and marry (Name)"

-Is what he thought when he was just having a nosebleed-

-Stuttered so hard💀

-"Uh, you ok man?"

-"y-ye-I m-mean, yes-fuck...I m-mean-"

-Que Hinata in the back watching the whole time

-"HE'S NERVOUS BC HE LIKES YOU-"

-Get ready for Hinata to go to the doctor.

-Like bro...we get it, you don't want anyone taking your little honey boo boo bear away😥

-After that...the memory was stuck in his head now.

-So you know when you just tryna sleep and then you remember your most embarrassing memories?

-Just like that

-It'll haunt him forever🕺

-Gay panicked into fucking oblivion when you said hi to him

-Soon...you guys become friends (surprisingly) but my boy Kageyama is still tense as a plastic board when he's 10 feet away from you😟

-You finally knew his crush on you btw-

-And he took MONTHS just to try and confess, so you just ✨improved✨ a lil

-"I like you"

-"Ok."

-"......"

-"Wait-W H A T! ?"

-So romantic.

-Anyone want to just bluntly tell your crush that you like them with no hesitation?

-Yeah, me too (actually I don't have a crush💀)

-Some metalheads have long hair👀

-If your one of them then he'll always want to play with it or touch it

-But this boy is too tense to do anything.

-Play any type of instruments like the drums or guitar?

-He watches you like a hawk and act like you just did rocket science😀

-FREE TICKETS!! And only for him if you're in a band.

-Almost died the 2nd time when he saw you headbanging on stage.

-💥💥💳💳

-Making a song about him or for him?

-Lord half mercy...you're gonna kill him with your love and affection.

-Will wear your clothes BC they look cool and wants to secretly show off he has a badass boyfriend👀

-Tries to listen to the music you like, either metal or some other genre.

-Just #couplegoals💘

-k. TSUKISHIMA:

-I tried with this guy-

-I headcanon him listening to any music.

-Bet he'll listen to classic metal.

-(Yessss go king😔)

-So, you two meet at a...

-Drumrolls please?

-✨Record Store✨

-Not too flashy but it's something.

-We all know Tsukishima enjoys music-

-Especially with those dusty headphones around his neck👹

-Looking at a record label in the metal section, ofc he meets you grabbing the same one.

-You two didn't do anything for 5 min.

-Stand there looking at each other like:

-"🕴" "🕴"

-*Awkward silence*

-You just grabbed it and zoom out like sonic💀

-But for the rest of the day, manz fell HARD, and couldn't stop thinking about you.

-Tsukishima's famous last words:

-"LoVE aT FIRst siGHT is StUPId"

-Here comes Kageyama and Hinata in the chat (I'm srry, I'll shut up)

-He wanted to go in the store to find you again by "accident"

-Kageyama 2.0 with his stalker behavior shi💀

-He didn't really care how "scary" you looked or the way you dressed, have you SEEN MY MANS??

-Bros 10 feet tall😭

-I know he scares people on PURPOSE-

-2nd time meeting, you just said sorry for running off.

-Friendship being magic, you two became best buddies. (Sorry Yamaguchi)

-Speaking of him

-He had his Tsuki senses tingling that Tsukishima was acting off and told him he had to do something "important"

-And sooner found out the "important" was you.

-He actually made a friend for once👁

-You two scare the shit out of people without trying🤝

-Meeting the Karasuno's team...you didn't know if it was the biggest mistake or best choice of your life💀

-A metalhead and a smartass.

-......

-You two fit perfectly with each other.

-Confessing to you was...interesting.

-"Hey, uhm...I realized I like you in a romantic way, it's fine if you don't accept"

-"Oh...that's cool man, I like you too"

-Smh, Tsukishima didn't even bought you flowers or nothing😒

-But it's fine since he bought you your favorite snack :)

-Boom!

-Boyfriends

-If you know how to play a keyboard or you're a DJ (like Sid from Slipknot) please teach him😫

-Will show love for you by sharing his earbud and listening to metal together.

-Overall...He's glad he met you in a record store :)

r. TANAKA:

-Okay-

-I'll be honest.

-Tanaka didn't like you (AT FIRST)

-Enemies to lovers??

-It's not even bc of you're style, tbh he thought you looked STUNNING but didn't wanna admit it💁

-That's a lil fruity🍎🍊🍓🍉🍇

-You grabbed the attention of most the girls at school.

-You had so many fans bc of your band too.

-Oikawa could never���

-Soon, his feelings started to change.

-(Omg, no way)

-Hint the sarcasm^

-When he ACTUALLY talked to you, you were a cool hot dude and not a total jerk.

-Being friends

-This was the end🤗

-(Whoa, that rhymed)

-But this story is not over yet gentlemen's👌

-He then realized you were good looking AND had talent-

-All in one pack.

-Crushing on you when you showed him how to play (whatever choice of instrument you want) and the way you correctly fixed his position-

-BRO😍

-Teaching him that day might've caused his bi awaking btw.

-Like Kiyoko WHO!?

-Nah-he only knows his god, (Name).

-He was used to getting butterflies in his stomach everytime he sees Kiyoko.

-But now this time It's you.

-"Wtf are these bugs in my stomach"

-"They're called Butterflies Tanaka-"

-So after knowing...

-Suga telling him he had a crush on you

-He immediately confessed like a week later.

-"(NAME) (LAST NAME), I LIKE YOU AND CONFESS MY FEELINGS TOWARDS YOU!!"

-"I know."

-This was the start of his villain origin story

-You knew all this time?🙂

-Poor boy was like a tomato after that but you gave him a lil kithy kith to make him feel better.

-Wrong idea-

-He had to miss practice because he lost too much blood.

-You killed him.

-But he came back from the dead so he's fine👍

-After that, now you both can be scary boyfriends together<33

-Suga didn't expect this at all but hey...Noya can have Kiyoko all to himself.

-So basically a win win.

-Will beat the shit out of anyone with no hesitation if they make fun of you by the way you look or say dumb shit like "metal is satanic"😤

-I mean do people still say that?💀

-IF you have a guitar-

-He'll carry your guitar pics with him in case you need or forget them.

-Playing the drums?

-You better keep an eye on this fucker bc he WILL hide your drum sticks to see you struggle.

-Keyboard?

-Play random ass notes.

-One time he did, the neighbors called the cops bc of the noises he was making😭

-A vocalist?

-The notes or lyrics you write down, he'll draw doodles on it.

-"Tanaka...what is this?"

-"It's you pooping"

-He put his whole heart into it so don't erase it😔

-Dancing, kissing, cuddling to music at 3am??

-✨Immaculate✨

-Who knows? Might become a metalhead himself ;)

y. NISHINOYA:

-Let's just say you two met at a skating park.

-Noya noticed you first and tried to impress you.

-But this dumbass fell on his ass, it didn't impress you but he did caught your attention.

-It's a win ig🤷

-So you gave him some tips and helped him out.

-Yk usual skater boy thingz-

-But my manz was too memorize by your gorgeousness and wasn't paying attention💀

-Noya: 'why he kinda...'

-You two talk for a while-

-It scared the shit of the rest of the team, ESPECIALLY his bff Tanaka bc Noya wasn't all over Kiyoko.

-Meanwhile Asahi knowing about you-

-This short mf didn't realize he had a crush on you until Jesus pointed it out.

-(I'm srry, I'll stop-I know that joke is way too old😭)

-You Invited him to your concert.

-DUH, he said yes.

-Seeing you up on that stage and going shit crazy-

-PLEASE GIVE HIM A CHANCEEE💍💕

-Randomly just confronted you about how amazing you were, he suddenly kissed you and asked you out right then and there.

-It was a bit awkward though😬

-Some of the Karasuno team thought who in their right mind will date that THING💀

-Thing=Noya

-Top ten mysteries.

-If anyone decides to say anything bad about your style, like Tanaka. He would try to defend you but wouldn't be imitating enough.

-Now if this was the opposite-

-The person making fun of Noya will get one of your glares

-If they didn't leave or stop after that, don't say that they didn't get a punch to the face.

-"(Name!) Did you see my rolling thunder!?"

-"Mhm, so cool"

-You two would be a 10/10 couple.

[mistermilkcarto]

Venom gasps when he feels your dick hit his sweet spot inside the slimey walls of his pussy. His legs tremble as he continues to ride you, his long tongue licks the drool that was leaving his mouth while lets out low moans and growls. Meanwhile, Eddie also feels the same pleasure as Venom and is groaning inside Venom's mind. Never would he have thought that having a pussy would feel this good.

Venom's pace increases when he feels his climax approaching, his hand wraps around his dick and begins to jerk himself off along with his thrusts on your cock. Venom lets out pants, his tongue lolling out of his mouth at the pleasure.

"Cum inside us. Hah- do it, DO IT!"

Admiring the way the light illuminates Venom’s eight foot frame as he bounces on your lap is like watching one of Caravaggio’s works come to life. The warm, snug grip of his pussy massaging your cock is indescribable, and you swear you can hear Eddie’s muffled moans over the sound of Venom’s own pleasure. You curse, digging your nails into the massive thighs framing your torso, and find your eyes locked onto the way Venom desperately fists his leaking cock in time with the rise and fall of his hips. He nearly purrs your name, white eyes squinting as the runs the flat of his tongue over his sharp teeth. 

You know what it means, but you want to hear it. “What do you want, sweetness?” You ask, sliding your hands over his oil-like flesh to grip his hips. 

“Your cum.” Venom replies without hesitation, carefully leaning back on his hands to give you a better view of the way his pussy drools all over your cock. “Come inside. Fill us up, stuff us full. Breed us. Do it, do it, do it—” 

His ramblings are cut off by a satisfied groan when you tug him down on your cock, spilling your cum inside his pussy.

[mistermilkcarto]

No one else but you

Pairing: Captain John Price x Reader

Summary: You and Price broke up months ago after a bad fight and you're still reeling from it. You're utterly heartbroken, but with the less that great wisdom of your friends, you decided to try and jump into another relationship to solve the hurt - one that was bad from the beginning. Will Price showing back up in your life get you out of it? Or will you be left with no one at all.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

Warning: Angst with a happy ending, fluff, cheating boyfriend (not price), Smut (no mention of reader genitals), soft dom!Price, nickname Daddy used, pinning down, dirty talk, praise

-💘-

Realistically you knew that you’d see John Price again one day, you just hated that it had to be that day. That day that you were on a date with your new boyfriend. The day after you’d just made things official. Pretty much right after you'd just gotten on at said boyfriend for distracting himself with his phone the whole time. Now you were the one that was distracted.

You and Reid hadn’t been dating long, just barely a month and half. You’d asked the night before about where he saw things going and then somewhere along the way in that conversation he asked if you brought it up because you wanted him to be your boyfriend. Then you supposed that’s why you did ask, and said yes, and he’d agreed to it. 

Of course you’d felt kind of happy about it at the time, but now - after locking eyes with your ex, who offered you a crinkly eyed smile before turning to the barista - you felt like there was a pit in your stomach. It was as if your belly was made of lead. Had you made the right decision?

“Hello, are you listening to me?” Reid laughed, waving his hand in front of your face. “Weekend plans. Next weekend. Selena’s cabin. Need a yes or a no. She’s messaging me about it and you were the one that just ranted to me about how I wasn’t paying attention to you.”

“Hmm? Sorry, what?” you asked, resuming eye contact with your boyfriend. “Where’s the cabin again? Who’s Selena?”

It was so unfair, you thought to yourself. Why was Price here now? You’d figured after being deployed he’d be away for a long time, but slowly you came to realise that it had been ages since you’d seen him. 3 months in fact. 

And now he was there in the cafe, standing in line for a tea you presumed, looking as handsome as ever. His beard had been allowed to grow, he’d probably not had time to trim it, it was longer and even in length. His eyes looked weary and his hair was messy, probably from running his hands through it too much, you thought, and you bit your lip as you noticed he was wearing that shirt you liked. The worn green linen button up, with a pristine white T-shirt underneath of course. 

“Do you know that man or something?”

You jumped when Reid pulled you out of your daze yet again, and suddenly all the bluebirds and butterflies were out of your field of vision. You’re opened up to the reality of the coffee shop, all the whirring and buzzing machines and emphatic chatter of all the tables around you. It was as if a spell had been broken. 

You gulped awkwardly and shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Sorry, yeah…that’s my ex,” you explain with a sigh.

Even then, even while you were with someone else, you still hurt over the way things had been left. That should’ve been a bad sign, one that meant you weren’t supposed to be moving on so soon, but whenever you talked to anyone about it they just said you needed to move on and ‘shag it out your system’ - whatever that meant. John didn’t feel like the kind of man that anyone could just forget about, even when it was you that broke things off in the first place.

“Wait, the soldier guy? The one that you said beat a guy up outside that bar?” Reid marvelled, fastening his eyes to Price’s place in the queue. 

“Yeah, him,” you murmured, forgetting that you’d told him about that. 

“He doesn’t look like I thought he would,” Reid snorted, watching him wait for his drink. “He’s like an old guy, looks pretty harmless to me.”

You held back the protest that had come to the tip of your tongue like a hot pepper. It wouldn’t do to tell your new man that he’d get flattened by the captain if he got on his bad side - that would be asking for an argument. Instead you bit your lip and watched as Price made his way toward you both, takeaway cup in hand. You were begging whatever deity might be watching over that he wouldn’t linger long. 

Though by the looks of things, he’d had a hard time trying to forget about you too. There was something in his eyes, something like relief, that made you feel he was glad to have bumped into you. 

He eventually came to a stop next to your table, standing close to your side. You could smell the piney aroma of his aftershave as it rolled off of him - sprayed on to help cover the lingering scent of cigar smoke. It combined with the smell of bitter coffee and sweet cakes and left you dazedly staring at him. 

“Hello, there,” he said simply

You gulped, instantly feeling your mouth go dry. What were you supposed to say back? Hello, how are you? No, you had so many other things rushing through your mind you didn’t think to respond with something normal. 

Did you think about me while you were away? Did you miss me? Did you finally realise you were wrong to hurt that man so badly just because he’d pushed up against me and called me names when he thought he was supposed to get served at the bar before me? Do you think things could’ve been different afterwards? Could we have talked more and worked it out? I missed you so much, please take me away from here. 

“Um…hi,” you said sheepishly, offering him a small smile. “How’ve you been? Did you just get back from deployment?”

“Yeah, just got back on wednesday there. You know how it is when I’m away. Spend the whole time worrying about everyone till we’re back home safe, don’t I?”

He’d tilted his head at you meaningfully, letting you know that he wasn’t just talking about his men. So, you thought, you struggled just as much as me.

“What about you, how’ve you been? And who’s your friend?” he asked, turning his attention toward Reid.

Price narrowed his gaze on your boyfriend and offered his hand, shoulders rolling as he did so. You didn’t miss the way he’d said friend. Apparently Reid didn’t either. Reid took Price’s hand all too willingly and firmly shook it, making eye contact so direct you wondered if he was trying to shoot lasers out of his eyes. 

“Yeah, good,” you responded, watching as their handshake carried on a little too long. “This is Reid.”

“The boyfriend,” Reid added, finally snatching his hand back.

Price raised his brows and glanced at you. You could swear that you’d noticed his jaw tick, but nevertheless he smiled and patted your shoulder, his hand warm on you, even through your thick jumper.

“John Price - the ex,” he said to Reid, before turning back to you.“Good to know you’ve had someone looking after ya.”

his lips were quirking as if he’d had to force the words out.

“He uh- has been yes,” you said appeasingly, side-eyeing Reid as he frowned at you. “Someone’s got to!”

You’d laughed awkwardly, tittering away while hoping the interaction would end. Though there was no chance of Price going that easy. He stayed and nodded his head slowly, his eyes narrowing on you as he seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. Was he thinking of all the times that he’d been the one to look after you? 

“Did you get yourself a tea then?” you asked, trying to end the awkward silence and - hopefully - send him on his way, you could ask him to go drink it in peace. 

He looked down at it as if he’d forgotten the scalding cup in his hand and back at you, raising the cup just slightly. 

“Know me well, love, don’t you?”

Your body all but seized as he resurrected one of his old pet names. You used to preen when he called you love. Now you were choking on your spit - actually genuinely choking.

You wheezed and gasped, quickly taking a drink of your latte to try and ease collapse of your windpipe. It might have settled if not for the fact that he started rubbing your back. That only made the problem worse. You struggled to take in the closeness of him, the warmth, how firm his hand was as he settled it over your spine. 

You brushed past him and got up, offering both him and Reid an apologetic smile. 

“Don’t know what’s…come over me,” you gasped, trying to find enough air to talk. “I’m just going to go to the toilet quickly!”

And before another word could be said, you rushed off to try and find some peace, desperately trying to avoid all the hustling bustling people around you. This was not good. 

-💘-

While you were away, Reid and Price both stared each other down. Left to their own devices they could both drop any pretence they’d kept up while you were around, not that Reid was making much of an effort to try and appear friendly. Though now he was openly glaring at Price, letting him know that he wasn’t welcome. Trying valiantly to scare him away. 

Price, meanwhile, was casting a wary eye over this new boyfriend, looking him up and down and not missing the woman’s name on his phone screen. He wasn’t the type of man to deny that men and women could be friends, but something about the way Reid had been messaging whoever it was so intently, rubbed him the wrong way. He looked from the screen and back to Reid, causing the other man to scowl. 

“What was that?” Reid all but growled. 

“What was what?” Price asked, raising a brow. 

“Calling them love and rubbing their back like that! You said it yourself - you’re the ex. Act like it and back off!”

“Ex or not, I want you to know something. I might not be in the picture right now, but I’ll tell you this - you hurt them…and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Reid frowned, about to laugh off his threat when Price gave his rival the same look that he’d used in interrogations- the one that showed that he wasn’t above getting dirty if the situation called for it. It was then that Reid recalled what you’d told him about the fight, about how Price had almost permanently maimed the guy, he had remembered you saying that the man had had his jaw wired shut just to recover from what Price had done to him. 

Reid didn’t visibly back down, but he didn’t retort back either. He pursed his lips instead and watched as you bounced back to the table in the background, relieved that you’d recovered sooner rather than later.

-💘-

“Everything ok?” you chirped, sitting back down in your chair. 

“Yeah, course,” Price smiled, his eyes turning to those familiar crescent moons that you adored. “What about you? Survived, have you?”

You played with your hands and laughed awkwardly, remembering to swallow before you choked again. 

“Yeah, still kicking somehow.”

“Well that’s good to hear. Listen, its been lovely to see you, but I’ll let you two get back to it, I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome. Just so you know though, if you ever need anything,” Price said, his blue eyes melting into honey, “just give me a ring.”

With that, he winked at you and left, not waiting for your response.

You huffed out a breath, only just realising that it had felt like your lungs had been fit to burst pretty much that entire time and looked over at Reid. He looked like he was going to combust. All the light that had been on his face earlier in the day had died and he looked sulkily down at his phone, angrily tapping a message into it. 

“Oh my god, Reid, I’m so sorry about that,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally realised what had just happened. “He can be really intense, and I didn’t realise he was going to come barging up to us like that! Anyway,why don’t we get things back on track, what were you saying about going away to a cabin?”

It was Reid’s turn again to blank you now. He continued to type a message to whoever he was talking to and left you in silence, listening to his thumb angrily jamming down on the glass. You tried again and he still didn’t respond, and soon it began to feel like every tap on the screen was a hammer in the nail of your coffin. 

-💘-

You had thought you’d resolved that argument that night. 

You had spent the whole rest of the outing shuttered out from any conversation with him, only to spend hours when you’d gotten home locked in a bitter fight. He’d said you could’ve backed him up a bit more and made him look less like a fool, and you’d agreed and tried to tell him that you were so overwhelmed you weren’t sure how to react, though you knew you could’ve tried to have handled it better. You just weren’t sure what you would’ve been able to do differently. 

There had been some back and fourth for a while, but eventually it was settled when you’d said you’d block him and delete him off of everything and that was the end of that. Or so you had so naively believed. 

You’d gone along to the cabin on the Friday of the following weekend and soon it was revealed to you that that hadn’t been the end of things at all. 

Everything had started off fine, it had been nice even. You’d all gotten camping chairs and had sat round a big fire drinking and getting to know all of Reid’s friends and were enjoying yourself immensely. However as the night wore on and Reid had gotten drunker and drunker - Price had eventually come up. That’s when everything did a complete 180. 

Someone, for some godforsaken reason, had brought up awkward ex stories and Reid jumped at the chance to tell everyone about the coffee shop encounter. He spared no detail in making Price sound like a disgusting lecherous old man, and laughed as he told everyone about how he’d been threatened. A detail he’d forgotten to tell you when you’d had your discussion.

“You didn’t tell me about that,” you’d protested weakly, putting your hand on his thigh. “You should’ve said something. That’s not right that he threatened you.”

He shook his leg from your grip and laughed bitterly, taking another swig of his vodka. Suddenly the taste of the spirit was acrid in your throat and the smoke from the fire was stifling you. The evening was going downhill fast.

You turned around and took a glance at his friends, they were all laughing about it, apparently finding it hilarious that an old man had threatened Reid. Everyone was in hysterics apart from one of the girls, the girl who’s cabin it was. She didn’t appear to be hearing any new information, she was just smiling like a cheshire cat and opening another cocktail can. 

“Didn’t take it seriously then, did I?” Reid shrugged, looking around at all the laughing faces with glee. “What’s he gonna do? Knock me over with his walking stick? That guy was like a hundred years old.”

You wanted to say that it was funny he didn’t say that to Price’s face, but immediately thought better of it. Instead you just tried to laugh it off and hope the subject changed, but ultimately it didn’t. Instead you became the group target when one of his friends had sniggered and asked if Reid wasn’t too young for you. Must be hard keeping up with someone your own age instead of someone that falls asleep when you get on top, and apparently it was the funniest jokes in the world to everyone but you. 

For the whole rest of the trip his friends had kept bringing up your supposed penchant for gross old men and had kept the joke going. They brought up pictures of old actors and asked if you’d ‘smash them’ and when one of the men from a neighbouring cabin had walked by, of course an older man walking his even older doddering greyhound, they’d told Reid to hold you back before you ran off with him.

It wasn’t fair, you’d thought. Price wasn’t actually that much older than you. Sure, there was a little bit of an age gap, the lines on his face were a little deeper than other people his age and there was a bit of grey creeping into his hair, but he spent most of his time fighting and commanding big groups of soldiers. It would age anyone quickly!

However, as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, Selena (Cabin owner and supposedly happily committed friend of Reid’s) had come up to Reid on the second night while you were supposed to go away to get something to drink. Somehow, between you going away and hastily coming back to ask what he wanted instead of the drink you were out of, she’d wandered onto his lap. You stood by the patio door, no longer noticing the chill in the air and instead honed in on the fact that she was stroking a hand through his hair and murmuring to him softly and sickly sweet. 

“I like your hair like this,” she’d said, her voice sultry and low. “Why’d you never style it like this when we were together.”

“Oh yeah?” Reid responded, gripping her hand in his. “I guess I hadn’t figured out how to do it yet.”

You bit your lip, not feeling like you could say anything yet, knowing that you’d only be made to look like a jealous hypocrite if you protested at an ex getting a little too close. They hadn’t actually done anything yet, you told yourself, they were just sitting together on the old deck chair. He looked like he was about to take her hand off of his head. She was barely even touching him to start with really!

Until she was.

She leaned in and sloppily kissed him, her drunken body swaying as she fought to keep her balance on top of his wobbly legs. Bile rose in your throat as you watched them together and suddenly the entire weight of the weekend was upon you. The jeering of his friends, Reid refusing to stop them making fun of you and telling you to grow up, and finally watching them both locked in a kiss that Reid was in no way trying to get away from. 

You blubbered out a pathetic cry and ran to your room, grabbing your things in a blind panic and barely checking that you had everything, only really worrying about your car keys. You ensured that you had them clasped tightly in your hands, stabbing yourself with the rigid metal, and rushed to your car. You hastily threw your bag into the back and slammed the door loudly. You’d gone to open the drivers door when Reid came bounding up behind you, shouting after you and having the audacity to look angry.

You watched him rush over in a panic, and leapt into the car seat, making extra sure to lock the door as you got in. You’d done it just in time too. Just as the click of the lock had sounded, Reid angrily pounded on the window and screamed at you, telling you not to overreact and get out the car. 

“I’m not overreacting, I’m going home!”

“You can’t drive, you’ve been drinking,” he growled.

“I’ve been drinking lime sodas,” you screamed back, turning the engine over as you angrily jerked the keys. “And I saw you kiss her back! If you think I’m gonna let that go then you’re dead wrong! This is over.”

“Oh, come on! I didn’t do that, you’re making things up. Just come out the car and talk to me for a minute!”

You glared at him and put your foot on the clutch, revving the car as you waited for him to get out of your way. He stood resolute and threw his arms in the sky, looking ready to rip you out of the car with his bare hands.

“If your stupid army man came over and did the same you’d probably kiss him back too!”

That did it. 

You reversed the car in a flash and turned round, uncaring if you bashed into anything. As long as you didn’t run over Reid (as much as you kind of wanted to), you were happy to do anything just to get out of the drive. You turned the car successfully, even managing to leave dent free and barrelled your way down the road. Wiping furiously at your tears so that you could see your way down the unlit country roads.

-💘-

When you finally got back to your town, you weren’t able to go home right away. You didn’t have the strength to drive on. You’d been hounded with text messages and calls and the sounds of vibrations and sight of angry words had put you too on edge. You couldn’t go on.

Instead, you’d stopped in the Tesco Extra car park and rammed on your break, sitting in a relatively abandoned section near the back. You hastily turned off your phone and threw it in the back seat before draping your arms over the steering wheel, then crying into them like something out of a cheesy movie. 

It wasn’t fair. 

You’d just wanted to have a nice weekend away and instead you’d spent the entire time being the butt of a dumb joke and had been cheated on to boot. It felt like nothing in your life could go right.

Every one of your friends had encouraged you to get with Reid, had told you things would be much better with someone that would actually be home and not off in some random country video calling you from miles away; and at that moment you wanted to facetime each and everyone one of them and show them exactly where that advice had gotten you.

Look at my big ugly crying face and feel awful, you stupid idiots!

Even when you were mid breakdown in your car you still knew that that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t their faults he was a cheat. Instead you just kept weeping quietly to yourself and letting the hot tears roll down your face like acid, stinging at your irritated skin. It felt good to get it all out and soon you were running out of anything to cry with anyway.Your big snuffly sobs were turning into quiet breaths and eventually no sound left you as you stared ahead into nothing, the neon shop lights blurring in the corners of your eyes.

Your calm didn’t last for long though. A knock came at your window and you jumped out of your skin, bolting upright and looking at the glass with panic. At first you thought Reid had somehow found a way to follow you home, but it turned out to be worse than you’d first assumed. It wasn’t your now ex, it was the ex before him - Price. 

You took a moment to catch your breath and furiously rubbed at your eyes, hoping that he hadn’t noticed what you’d been doing all hunched over in the dark. However, your motions had completely betrayed you and before you could think to roll down your window, he was coming over to the passenger side of the car and tapping on the glass again and motioning to the lock.

He wanted to get in. For crying out loud, what was this day?

You groaned, but knew there was no use denying him and weakly pulled up the lock, wincing as he wrenched open the old door and shut it with a bang. 

“What happened? Are you ok?” He asked, gripping your arm with a reassuring squeeze. “Are you hurt?”

He looked ready to follow through with his supposed murder threat when he’d asked the last question. You swallowed thickly and scanned his face, noticing that he looked less tired than when you’d last seen him, he was more focused as he glared.

He had shaved the mutton chops back into his beard, but he was still wearing the old green shirt that you loved, it looked like it had been washed many times since you’d seen it. It was fraying even more than it had been. 

“No, I’m ok,” you finally responded, your voice going croaky. “I just- I just had a bad weekend is all. I’d rather not talk about it. I’ll be fine once I get myself home and then I can sort myself out from there.”

“You’re in no state to get yourself home, not like this,” Price admonished, easily sliding his palm against your face. It felt cool to the touch, it soothed your burning cheek. “Did you come here to get something? Do you want me to go in for you while you wait here? Then we can figure out how to get you home.”

He made sure you were making eye contact, he was speaking in that low familiar tone he used to use with you. The one that used to send your heart sparkling like a firework fuse ready to blow. You could already feel the beginnings of a sparkler fire, there was something fizzling away and making your heartbeat flutter and skip. 

“No! No, I didn’t come to get anything, I just needed to stop for a minute. You don’t have to do any of that, honestly I’d feel awful for you if you had to go trailing after me,” you laughed, trying to brush off how heartbroken you were. “Please John, don’t put yourself out all for-”

“Nonsense. Wait here and I’ll be back in a second.”

“John!” you protested, watching as he slid out of the car.

“I mean it,” he said sternly, giving you a serious look. “You move from this spot and I’ll be cross, love. Sit tight.”

There was no arguing with him. It was as if he’d tapped into some deep seeded programming and reactivated it as if he’d never left. Ill be cross love. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint him.

You relaxed back in your chair and watched curiously, still rubbing your eyes of the drying salt, tracking Price as he ran over a little ways to his car and brought a bag out of it. He surveyed the car park, visibility peering around, watching for any cars that might cross his path and came back to you before very long. Efficient as always.

He drew to a stop in front of the driver's side and opened the door, beckoning you out. You frowned and crossed your arms, ready to put up a fight at him wanting to drive your car. For one thing, he hated driving it and would always come off the clutch too hard - a problem you weren’t even sure why you were worrying about at a time like that - and for another you weren’t sure you were in the right state to let him be your caretaker at that moment. You were so vulnerable and you didn’t want to hurt yourself further by being around the one man that held the key to making or breaking you. 

“Are you really going to fight me on this?” He asked, tilting his head down at you.

His forehead creased and he stared at you intently, willing you out with whatever mind powers he seemed to possess. That’s how it felt like with him sometimes. He had such a knack for getting what he wanted out of you, and to be truthful it was often better that way. He knew best. 

Apart from when he started that fight. 

You shivered and shook the thought from your mind, taking one last look at his unbudging frame. It was useless arguing with him. He was right anyway. You were in no state to get yourself home, you were bleary eyed and weak, you’d probably end up running a red light and ramming into another car knowing your luck. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, you thought darkly, you could only take so much more. 

However, you soon gave in. You went to unbuckle your seatbelt and finally realised in all your upset you hadn’t even done it up in the first place, so you awkwardly drew your hand back, looking up to see Price’s ‘I told you you weren’t fit to drive’ look. Your face flushed then and it felt like you’d touched the sun. 

You recovered eventually, then sighed and stood out from the seat, winding your way round to the passenger side and settling in. He joined you in the car after that, sitting in your driver's seat and rattling the car with his extra weight. From there he settled his shopping bag on his lap and pulled out a can of coke from its box and handed it to you.

From the small peak you’d gotten he had clearly meant for the juice to be a mixer for whatever crappy whiskey he’d gotten for himself, but there was little chance of him giving you any of that while you were in the state you were in. He had a rule about you drinking when you were upset. He was already shoving the bag in the back of the car by the time you’d even amusedly thought about asking about it. 

“There. You sit there a moment and drink that and I’ll get you home.”

“You don’t have to give me your shopping, John. You’re going out of your way enough as it is. You’re already leaving your car behind!” You said, motioning to his old Honda. “How will you get home after? You’re putting yourself out too much!”

“It’s just a can of juice, love. I reckon I’ll be good for it,” he snorted, finally starting up the car again. “And don’t you worry about me. Just focus on calming down and feeling better.”

It was comical watching him get used to your car again, almost enough to make you forget about the hell you’d driven away from. Price swore under his breath and grumbled as he worked his foot against the ‘stupid overly high clutch’ and ‘stiff bloody gearshift’, but he managed to get it out of the car park. Soon you were leaving the blurry red and blue lights of the shop in the distance. 

You said nothing for the duration of the drive. Instead you sat obediently and drank your coke, barely thinking of anything at all as the familiar sights of the city passed you by. The McDonald’s drive through, the old ratty furniture and charity shops that littered the streets before your own, and of course the pet store you always liked to visit. The one that Price always used to suck a breath in at (he always worried you’d come home with something one day). 

Meanwhile the coke bubbles fizzed and washed over your tongue, tickling at your dry throat. Admittedly it did help you to feel a little better as time went on. That with the added distraction of watching Price focusing intently on not stalling your car almost let you forget all about the shitty couple of days you’d just endured. 

Finally you rolled to a stop in a parking spot just a few steps away from your doorway and the rumbling growls of your car died. The fuzz of the silence burned at your ears and eventually it was too much, you clicked your tongue and turned to Price awkwardly offering him a half smile. You were about to brush him off with a thank you, but you were beaten to breaking the quiet streak before you could even open your mouth. 

“Are you going to tell me what he did?” He asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

You pursed your lips and played with the empty can in your hands, causing the aluminium to squeal as you squeezed it. You didn’t want to get into it all with him. You weren’t convinced you could make it through the story without crying again, and the last thing you needed was to go blubbering into his arms when you were trying to maintain some distance. Afterall, you reasoned that it was hardly his job to pick you up from an Ill advised rebound relationship. Plus he was the very reason you’d jumped into it in the first place. 

“Who said Reid did anything?” You murmured, digging your nails into the white logo of the can. 

“Captain’s intuition,” Price murmured, turning fully to you now. “You can tell me, You know. I don’t want you holding yourself up in that flat and crying alone for the rest of the night. It’d play on mind and neither of us would get any rest.”

“Don’t do that,” you moaned.

“Don’t do what?”

“Make me feel guilty for wanting to sort myself out.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, I want you to feel better. And I know you won’t help yourself if I leave you alone right now.”

“I’m not a child,” you huffed, feeling your heart beginning to ache all over. “I can look after myself.”

Your chest was feeling heavy and all of a sudden you were overcome by dread. It felt like he was trying to reprise his old role again, but that’s not something he could just step right into. He couldn’t just pick up where he’d left off, you reasoned, there was hurt there and so many things left unsaid. If things went wrong he could leave you even more broken than you’d ever been before. You pictured yourself shattered like a china cup that had been dropped too many times. 

“You can look after yourself, can you?” Price asked, raising his brows. “Tell me right now that you’ll go and get yourself to bed and not end up worrying all night and having a panic attack at work tomorrow, and I’ll go. Tell me how you’re going to look after yourself and I’ll leave you to it, go on.” 

You withered under his gaze and folded your arms in on yourself, trying to apply pressure over your shaking torso. He was right of course. You’d envisioned in your head even before the car had stopped, shutting the door, shutting out the world and feeling the weight of it all avalanche over you. He knew you too well to think you’d take any other course of action, right down to the fact that you weren’t going to take any time off work. Which would ultimately lead to you crying in the bathroom like a schoolgirl. 

“John,” you whispered, “you can’t- we can’t-“

“This isn’t about us. It’s about you, and you needing someone to be there for you. Plain and simple. I’m not trying to invade my way into your life, I just don’t want you to spend all night torturing yourself over whatever happened…just let me help you. That’s all I’m asking… It’s all I want.”

He spoke so calmly and so softly you couldn't help but melt against his will. He was making too much sense. You didn’t really have the energy to argue either, so you just nodded and got out of the car, trying desperately not to start crying again. The thought of Price still caring so much about you was pulling you under into another tidal wave of upset, and you were fighting against the rough surf just to try and make it to your door.

Price led the way, bulleting up the steps just the way he always used to. He still had your keys,so he unlocked the door and held it open while he put his hand on the small of your back, gently ushering you through. You could feel the thin glue that was holding you together being peeled away. His reassuring smile and his steady presence were making it harder and harder to hold your face as it was. 

You could feel your lips go wobbly and your eyes welling up again and before you knew it you were throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing into them, rattling against him with your accompanying shaky hiccups. You weren’t even sure what you were crying about now. 

Sure, you were still upset about the weekend you’d just endured, but now you were also thinking about Price and all that you’d lost when you told him you didn’t want to see him anymore. You’d told him that that fight had ruined what you’d built, and had destroyed your trust and now more than ever you knew that that wasn’t true. 

It felt like John was the only person you could trust. He knew exactly what you needed and seemed to be there for you at all the right times, he looked after you and loved you and would do anything just to make you happy. He had been adamant at the time that he was justified for that fight, had worried you that it would happen again and you’d be put through the terrifying ordeal once more, but now you wondered if that had changed. If he’d realised what he’d done wrong, just as you had. 

You shouldn’t have walked away. He shouldn’t have stood his ground. 

You sniffled and tightened your grip on him, threading your fingers through his shirt and nuzzled into his neck. His scratchy beard tickled at your scalp, and his arms wound themselves securely around you and held you firmly against his warm body. Even through your stuffy nose, the intermingling scent of pine and cigars and cheap laundry detergent smelled like heaven in that moment and it calmed you. You’d been able to stop crying for a moment, and found yourself wiping your hands over your eyes and face yet again.

“There you go, love,” he murmured. “That’s better, isn’t it? You don’t have to fight your problems alone, you know. I’ve always said that to you, haven’t I? You don’t have to try to be so strong all the time.”

You scoffed at that, swallowing a thick lump in your throat. 

“Don’t feel very strong right now,” you sniffed.

“Not strong? Course you are. You always try to push through everything till I come along and stop you, eh? C’mon, why don’t we get you sitting down and get you a glass of water.”

You smiled at his comment and nodded, drifting into the comfort of being looked after by someone that knew you so well. 

Price took you over to the Sofa and fluffed up one of the pillows for you to sit against, not forgetting to unfold your favourite fluffy blanket in the process. He even wrapped it around you like a soft cloud, insulating you from the world. 

He then disappeared into your kitchen for a moment, rummaging around and running the tap in a couple of short bursts before returning with a full glass of water and another glass with what you presumed was jack daniels and coke. That one wasn’t going to be for you, but distantly you did wish that it was. Drinking your problems away and escaping reality sounded like a rather pleasant prospect. 

“Any chance you’d like to have the water?” you asked, smiling behind the blanket. 

He chuckled and set the water down on the coffee table next to you, keeping the jack and coke on hand for himself while he sat down across from you. Even though he was only on the opposite end of the couch he felt too far away.  

“Can’t have that. You’re not allowed to drink when you’re upset,” he said with a wink. “Against the rules.”

“Didn’t realise I still had to abide by those rules,” you retorted.

His eyes twitched a little, you could see something in his face change when you said that. You regretted it instantly. 

“No ones holding you to em’, but they’re still what’s best for you, are they not?” he shrugged, looking at you expectantly. 

Price had always been very good to you, and part of that was ensuring that you looked after yourself. So somewhere along the way in your relationship, when you’d been exploring each other’s kinkier sides, Price had set you some rules. Rules you had to follow on pain of a spanking. Sometimes it was a bother, but you’d come to realise that you’d never been healthier than when you’d been with him. You’d drank lots of water and made sure to go outside and go on walks when you could, and had refrained from falling back on alcohol when something was amiss. Just to think of a few rules.

He was correct in saying that they were what’s best. It was just difficult when he wasn’t around to enforce them. 

“You’re usually right,” you said with an appeasing smile. “Doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t love to forget this whole weekend over a bottle of wine and a big box of cake though.”

He laughed at that, all traces of consternation wiped from his face as he must have pictured you with your go to coping mechanisms before you met him. You laughed too when you remembered the night he’d barged in on you eating and drinking your sorrows after a rough day at work. He’d had the joy of hauling you to bed afterward while you babbled on about how people had been so mean to you and how you wanted to set fire to the whole place and never go back there again. 

“Well in lieu of wine and cake, you have water or I can go make you a tea. Would you like that?”

“No, its fine, the water’s good,” you said dismissively, finally picking up the cool glass with your dewy palms. “I just wish I could forget this whole weekend. It’s been a disaster.”

“Oh yeah? You ready to talk about it?”

You breathed in a sharp breath and tilted your head to the side.

Fuck it, you thought. 

“Reid aired our dirty laundry in front of all of his friends and then proceeded to cheat on me,” you said, raising your water glass in toast before taking a swig. “That was after everyone made fun of me the whole time too.”

Price let out a short little laugh. He was incredulous. 

“Cheated on you?”

“His ex kissed him and he uh- didn’t exactly try to get away from her,” you shrugged, voice breaking 

“What a fuckin’ fool,” He growled. “He kissed his ex right in front of you?”

“He didn’t know I was there, I don’t think so anyway. I was supposed to be away getting drinks, but I came back to ask him what he wanted because they were out of beer and- well…yeah.”

“Doesn’t make it any better. What kind of an idiot would cheat on you?”

You felt your cheeks warm and shrugged again. Price had his faults, but he’d never hurt you like that. He was too old fashioned. A one person at a time kind of man. 

“I guess it wasn’t really an amazing relationship to begin with anyway,” you sighed, reflecting over the month you’d had. 

“No?”

“When I asked him where he saw things going, he said ‘I dunno. You want me to be your boyfriend or something?’ and then that was how we made things official,” you recounted, finally realising that maybe what had happened was for the best. 

Price groaned and put a hand over his face. It reminded you of the time that you’d announced to him that you were going to buy a flying squirrel after you’d seen a cute video of one - something you often took to claiming with an array of different animals - and he’d worried you might be serious. He’d taken his hand off his face at the time and said ‘darlin with the amount of stuff I’ve had flying at me over the years, I’m not sure my heart could take being assaulted by an airborne rodent in the night.’

“You must be drawn to muppets or something,” Price mused. “You deserve a lot better than that.”

“I was with you last, wasn’t I?”

“Exactly,” He smirked. “Point proven.”

You smiled back at him and shook your head - Price and Reid weren’t comparable. Price cared for you too much, that’s why he ended up in that fight in the first place and that’s why he couldn’t comprehend that he was wrong for escalating things after you’d been shoved. Reid didn’t really care for you that much at all. It wasn’t like you’d made a massive effort for Reid either, but at the very least you hadn’t gone and let Price lick half your face off. 

“You let me down at the end there, I’ll give you that…but before all that, you were the best thing that I’ve ever had in my life…Even when I wasn’t with you and you were in all those far off countries, and I used to whine and moan about you being away a lot, it was better than when I was actually alone, better than anything with anyone else too.”

“Love,” Price breathed, not knowing what to say.

You stared at him then and felt your heart burst. The floodwaters opened then, you coudln’t help yourself as you saw the sad sheen of his glistening eyes. 

“These past few months I think I’ve really come to see what a stupid mistake I made. I shouldn’t have told you things were over before you left. I should’ve just stuck it out till you got back and we could’ve talked about it all properly. I was just scared and angry and I didn’t know what else to do. Now I know though…now I know what I should’ve done. Just tragically too late, huh?”

You whispered your confession, too afraid to look at him anymore as you said it, instead casting your eyes down to your blanket while you played with the soft material between your fingers. You huffed out a breath afterwards and looked up at Price, noticing the way his jaw clenched and his hand tightened on his glass. His knuckles were almost bone white.

Had you said too much? Were you going to chase him away? Who knows if he’d moved on and was really just trying to be there and be a friend for you. 

For a split second you worried that you’d gone too far with your venting, but Price didn’t leave you hanging for long. He leaned forward and put a hand on your thigh just as you were about to apologise and held eye contact with you, keeping a firm hold of you and your attention. 

“Darlin’...do you really mean all that?”

Your eyes would’ve welled up again if you had anything left to cry. 

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’m sorry, but yes. It’s been all that I’ve thought about since I saw you last week.”

“Sorry? What’re you sorry for?” he said, laughing gently, searching your face.

“It’s not fair to tell you something like that. I’m basically ambushing you with all my feelings right now and you’ve been nice enough to drive me home and look after me, when all you were trying to do was get some shopping in and now you’re here listening to me blubber about my stupid feelings, when I haven’t asked you how you feel and how you’ve been doing and you probably don’t even want me by this point, because look at me and big tear streaked face, and-”

Price cut you off mid ramble, moving in closer to you and taking your face in his hands. They were rough and familiar and they were warm, and they held you steady just as you felt like you were going to come apart again. You breathed, but it didn’t feel like your lungs were able to hold onto the air. They were fighting for space with your booming heartbeat. 

“Angel…you really- do you think,” he had to pause for a moment, his voice crackling. “Do you think maybe it’s not too late to talk more about it? Not now, course, but… you think you’d want to give us another chance?”

You pursed your lips and looked down. Angel. His favourite nickname for you, the special one he reserved only for you. You looked back up to his wide blue eyes and nodded. It seemed like you were glittering in the reflection of them.

“Yes…One day,” you smiled. 

Price smiled back, his moustache turning up with his lips. 

“One day,” he repeated, voice full of wonder. 

Neither of you said anything for a second. You both just stared, tension mounting as the air felt so thick that you could craft shapes with it. It felt like neither or you was sure of your next move, but suddenly you got a burst of courage and you decided to take a leap of faith.

You kissed him. You leaned forward just slightly and took his mouth in yours, pecking at first until he kissed back and eventually your world was bursts of stars and hints of jack and coke. The taste of him landed deliciously on your tongue. Your heart pounded harder than ever at that point, but it was ok, because you could feel his beating erratically just the same.  

You moaned.

“Please, daddy...”

You let the words loose before you could even think about it. What is it they say about old habits…?

“Shit, hold on, I-” you sputtered, breaking away from Price completely. 

“Language!” he chuckled, his laugh low and earthy.

You paused and looked at him measuredly, trying to parse out what had just happened. In the wake of all the familiarity, you’d resorted to your old name for him. Apparently he wasn’t against its resurrection, he’d found it amusing in fact. You pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth, searching for the right words, but you weren’t entirely decided between apologising or asking if he liked it.

“Don’t look so worried, Angel,” he soothed, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “You can still call me that if you like. Or are you apologising for kissing me?”

“But…well…isn’t it a bit unfair for you..y’know, since we haven’t really completely resolved things yet? I can’t just go around kissing you out of the blue and calling you daddy and we haven’t even talked about-”

“Would you stop rambling on about what’s fair and right,” Price admonished, rolling his eyes, “I don’t care about what you’ve been doing all these months, I don’t care about doing things by whatever rules people normally go by. All this time, all I’ve wanted is you, and now you’re here in front of me telling me you want to give things another go…I’ll take as much as you’ll give me. So tell me…do you want to kiss me? Will that make you happy? It would make me happy.”

You took a breath and nodded.

“Words, Angel,” he admonished. 

“Y-yes,” you stuttered, feeling like your head had been sparked with a jump lead. 

“Very good,” he praised, whispering lowly into your ear. 

You shivered as you felt the words zip down your spine. You hummed with the praise and felt your body warm up considerably, feeling entirely too hot all of a sudden.

Price soon gathered you in his arms like clay and moulded you into his lap, untangling you from your blanket nest and switching places so that he was propped against the arm and you were leaning snugly against him. With you both comfortably in place, he put one hand on your hip while he held the back of your neck with the other, and gently placed a couple of kisses on your neck, sending your spine alight with tingles. 

“And would you like to call me daddy again?” he asked again, still murmuring deep and low. 

You swore then that he’d disturbed a horde of butterflies that you didn’t know had been dormant all that time inside your tummy. Your heart was fluttering along with them.

“Um, yeah, I mean- yes. Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he urged, kissing your neck. “You know how to answer properly. I know you do.”

Were you in a fantasy of your own making? Had you died and gone to heaven?

“Y-yes, daddy,” you whimpered, nuzzling your head into his chest. 

“Oh…” he breathed, voice all growly and needy. “That’s my sweet Angel. So good for me.”

You could’ve died then and there. You couldn’t imagine ever feeling happier. You didn’t care if it was a fever dream, coma hallucination or a psychedelic induced fugue state. All you wanted was to be with Price again, and with him reassuring you and praising you and holding you in his arms like that, why would you try to fight it? 

You unburrowed yourself from his chest and scanned over his face, admiring his crinkly eyed smile and scruffy face for a moment before kissing him again, wrapping your arms around him snug just in case it really was all a dream. You wouldn’t let it fade away. You were going to hold on tightly. You’d continue to kiss his fluffy bearded face and welcome every sensation as it rooted you in your dreamlike reality.

You intertwined yourself with him and moaned, returning his kisses with fervent need and roamed your hands around his back, eventually bringing a hand up so that you could thread your fingers through his wiry dark hair. The bristle of it jolted through you and you smiled against his lips.

“That feel good, hm?” he growled, “I can feel you bucking your hips against me, love.”

You felt your cheeks burn like hot coals and refused to meet his eyes, instead settling your chin on his shoulder. You hadn’t realised you’d been doing it, but now that he’d mentioned it you finally registered the sway of your body gliding over his and noticed the growing hardness underneath you. 

Fuck.

“That does feel good,” you whimpered, not embarrassed enough to stop yourself. “Feels so good, daddy.”

“Mhmm? Feels good for me too. I love feeling your body on mine,” he hummed, kissing the side of your neck. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that? So so perfect.”

You whined and nuzzled against his neck, drawing out a low groan from him as your nose connected with his tender flesh. You slowly returned the favour, kissing him just as he’d been kissing you and showing him exactly how it felt to have your body set alight with prickling heat. You smiled as he continued to moan with you, but it didn’t last long.

He snatched the upper hand back, and propelled you both forward, forcing you to lie back on the couch, on top of your blanket, while he took his place on top of you. He ground his hips into yours and had you eking out the most salacious moans, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure. 

“I love it when you moan for me like that, I’ve missed that sound so much,” Price rumbled, “do you want more? Would you like that?”

“Mm, yes,” you keened. “More, daddy. I want to feel you.”

“Wanna feel me, hm? Ok, Angel. Lets get these clothes off shall we?”

You moaned just at the suggestion and eagerly complied, sitting up a little and helping him to remove your top and trousers until you were naked below him. You were about to ensure that he matched you in kind, but the only thing he’d allowed you to remove was his shirt, hastily popping the buttons off like you were unwrapping a present. He’d put his hand over yours at his trousers and given you a wicked grin, a glint appearing in his azure eyes. 

“Uh uh, don’t you worry about that,” he smiled, bringing your hand up to his lips so that he could kiss it. “We’re focusing on you right now.”

“But I wanna make you feel good too,” you whined, tilting your head.

“I know you do,” he laughed, gently pushing you back down so that you were flush to the couch. “Just trust me, this will make me feel very good. Just let me treat you like you deserve.”

He didn’t allow you any more time for backchat. You whimpered as he fastened his mouth around one of your nipples and you writhed at the sensation, moaning low in your throat when he trailed his hand down your body, past the swell of your belly and drifted down below. You were bucking your hips against him slowly again, creating friction between you and his hand. 

He alternated between nipples for a moment, swirling and flicking his tongue while he lazily rubbed his palm against you, not in a rush to try and urge you to a finish. He savoured you and sent your body sparking and prickling like a freshly lit firecracker. Your breathing was getting heavier and your stomach was tightening and coiling and it only grew more and more erratic as he started to move down your body, kissing his way down to the opening between your thighs. 

“So good for me lying there. So obedient. You always do what daddy tells you, don’t you?” he growled, planting a kiss just below your belly. 

“Mm, yes,” you breathed, struggling to think of any words

“Yes what?” Price asked, nipping the meat of your thigh and drawing out a yelp.

“Yes, daddy!” 

He was using his tongue on you now, swirling it around and tasting you, savouring your pleasure. You swallowed the lump in your throat and clutched at the couch cushion next to you, scrunching the thick material in your hand, clutching it for support. It didn’t take long until he fell into a steady rhythm, using his mouth and hands on you and sending you into a spiral.

Your mind was barely present anymore, you were only good to use a couple words and no more. Everything else was just moans while your head felt like it was turning to mush. You breathed deeply and heavily and thrust your hips against Price, feeling the coil in your belly tighten all the more, feeling the stars in your eyes turn from constellations and into tiny galaxies and universes. 

“I- um- Daddy, I-”

“Are you gonna cum for me, love?” Price rasped.

“Yes!”

“Go on then. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel, Angel.”

You groaned and the swelling feeling in your head boiled to breaking point. You shuttered your eyes closed tightly and squeezed the couch cushion tightly, moaning out as your orgasm washed over you. The wave of pleasure rushed over your body and after a big rush of pleasure, it lapped slowly over you, gently receding until you were left a shaking twitching mess underneath your lovers body. 

“Oh my god,” you breathed, blinking away the fuzziness form your eyes. “Holy…Moly.”

Price looked up at you from between your thighs and barked out a laugh, clutching his head in his hand while the other gripped your shaking thigh. Once he recovered from your outburst, he shook his head and clambered up your body, coming to a rest against next to you, and drawing you into his arms. 

He was rock hard against you, but there was very little you could do about it in the state you were in. You just bustled yourself into him and lay your head against the warm expanse of his chest and sighed happily, basking in the aftershocks of your happy ending he rubbed your arms. 

“You’re not gonna let me return the favour, are you?” You’d mumbled eventually, rutting up against him for emphasis. 

“Got plenty time for that, Angel,” he said gently redirecting you off of his throbbing centre. “Just wanted to make you feel good. You’ve had such a rough day, you deserved something to take your mind off it all.”

He placed a kiss on top of your head then and drew you closer, wrapping his arm tighter around you. You sighed and ran your fingers along it, feeling the little dark hairs tickle at your finger tips. You came to a stop at his palm and lightly traced over his lifeline, it was illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. 

“How come you were out shopping so late?” You asked sleepily, letting your hand drop and rest at Price’s side. 

He shrugged at first, rocking your body with the movement.

“Sat around feelin’ a bit useless today,” he said eventually, sighing deeply. “Didn’t have anything lined up for myself, so eventually I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. I went all the way out to the hills and was out for hours, didn’t get back until after dark and then i realised I didn’t have anything to eat. How come?”

“I dunno…i guess its just a little funny that you ended up in that car park just when I needed you to be there. Like fate or something,” you murmured. 

He chuckled at that and kissed your head again. The sound washed over you like spring rain.

“You know I don’t normally subscribe to rubbish like that, but on this occasion…it feels like there’s something to that theory.”

“Yeah? Feel’s like a good thing to be saddled with me again, does it?” you smirked, trying to cover up how worried you were about being a burden.

No matter how good he’d made you feel only moments before you couldn’t help the rush of paranoia from kicking in. The feeling that Price was going to realise that you were too much to be with, that you needed him more than he needed you. It had begun to feel like the past few months were a great demonstration of that. He’d survived a warzone and gotten through deployment while you holed yourself up for over a month from grief and then jumped into a failed relationship in the making just to try and get over him. 

“Listen to me, love, before you get any big ideas about this being some kind of hardship for me again…This past week that I’ve been back has been miserable. Deployment was bad, but I had a bit of distraction over there at least. When I got back here, and realised what life was really like without you? That was hell. You give me purpose, Angel. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now, than cuddled up with you on the couch. There’s no one else I’d rather be with, no one in the whole world.”

He swallowed harshly and continued on. 

“When I thought I’d lost you forever I was so angry with myself, I realised right away when I got on that plane that I should’ve just admitted that you were right. You were right, and I shouldn’t of hurt that man like that. I lost control of myself and I was too stubborn to hear that he wasn’t really a threat. I wanted to call you and tell you that, but I figured you’d been hurt enough and the last thing you needed was me playing with your feelings and trying to work things out while I was away. I reckoned that if I came back and you were open to give things a go again I’d make sure to fix things, but if you wanted to keep me out your life then…well I’d have wished you the best. Whatever happens between us, now or in the future, I want you know that I only ever want what’s best for you, because I…”

He trailed off, peering toward the lamp and letting his eyes blur into its amber glow. You stared up at him from your place on his chest and smiled, watching the way his lips tried to form to finish his sentence. He was pensive, he wasn’t sure whether to say them or not. 

“Because you love me?” you smiled, swivelling so that you faced him fully. 

You finally had a little strength flood back into your body, so you hoisted yourself up and lay on your tummy, folding your arms over his chest and resting your chin on top of them. He tilted his head at you and smiled, affirming your words with a tight nod.

“I’ll always love you,” he sighed, “No matter what. Just wasn’t sure if it was entirely appropriate to say that to you just yet.”

“John, you just threw me around and made me cum while I called you daddy - appropriate ran out the door and flew to the moon like a half hour ago,” you giggled. 

He laughed with you and shook his head, clearly in as much disbelief as you were that this was really happening. You were back in each others arms, just where you were always meant to be. You sighed and he ran his hand over your head, stroking his fingers through your hair and sending your head into a fuzzy daze with the feeling of his gentle touch. 

“You make a good point,” he agreed. “Always have struggled with moving at a normal pace, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, I think that was pretty apparent from the moment we met,” you agreed.

“I’ll never forget the look on Gaz’s face that night he opened that door,” he mused, getting that stupid smile on his face that he always got at the memory of the time you’d met - and immediately fucked. 

“I hate when you bring that up,” you groaned, giving his arm a playful slap. “He was so pleased he’d introduced us before he walked in on us!”

“Well, serves him right for not knocking,” he winked, “it's rude to barge in on a superior officer.”

“Ugh! You’re lucky I love you too, or I’d be getting up and locking that bedroom door,” you groaned. “I hate the superior officer line!”

He smiled at that, his face brightening instantly. You’d said it back. His eyes were perfect crescents. You loved when they did that, sparkling outwardly to you through shuttered lids. He was like a cuddly koala bear. 

“You know what?” he said suddenly, his voice low and soft.

“What?” you asked, frowning as his tone shifted.

“You’re going to let me take you for dinner tomorrow,” he announced.

“I am?” you smirked, relaxing instantly. 

“Yes you are. We’re going to go to dinner and talk everything through and we’re going to set everything right again. Then after that we’re going to put all this nonsense behind us, yeah?”

You giggled lightly at his commanding tone, but you didn’t disagree, you nodded. You fastened your arms around him and cuddled into him close, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as you settled into his perfectly warm body. Your eyes started to flutter as you did, growing heavy as you became more and more aware of how drained you actually were.

“I think I like the sound of that,” you sighed, closing your eyes completely.

Price squeezed your shoulder and gathered you close, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. His beard scratched at your scalp again. 

“Good,” he yawned. “That sounds good to me too…”

-💘-

1 week later

You were sorting out some grand emergency at work and Price was in your flat alone. He’d had a shower and gotten himself half dressed, too eager to get something to eat to put a shirt on. So he stood in your little kitchen in front of the window, bathing in the spring sunlight, eating a bowl of cereal to himself as his damp hair dried from his strategic position. 

Just like he’d said, you had fixed things at dinner the night after you’d reconciled - and from there on it was almost like things had completely gone back to normal. Almost. When you’d turned your phone on the next day, you were greeted with a torrid of horrible messages and some hundred missed calls from Reid. However, with Price there, you didn’t really let any of it bother you. 

Not much anyway.

He held you through your upset and after a quiet minute of figuring out what to do, you messaged Reid a short, matter of fact text. You told him that you were in fact serious about your decision, you reminded him that - no - you weren’t drunk when you’d left, you weren’t ‘being crazy’ and would even be generous enough to put his things he’d left at yours into a box for him to collect, should he decide to be grown up enough to come over and get them.

You’d gotten a million more missed calls after that and a flurry of messages, but after hearing Price’s words of encouragement, you ignored them all. After a few days they stopped coming, and a few days after that you assumed that that was it. That he was out of your life for good. Thank god.

However, Reid had decided he wasn’t going to go completely quietly. Well, he was forced into not going quietly. After being egged on by his friends, he was put in a tricky position and realised that he wasn’t going to be able to back down. At their insistence he was going to turn up to your place unannounced and confront you when you were least expecting it - give you a piece of his mind while you were unprepared and unable to defend your ‘completely mental overreaction’.

At least that was how it was supposed to go.

Though, when he’d pounded on the door and had someone other than you answer, his smile dropped. His face was practically tripping him when he realised who it was that answered.

“Can I help you?” Price asked, crunching on a spoonful of cereal, completely unbothered. 

“Can you…help me?” Reid repeated, incredulous.

“Certainly can,” Price grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “That’s why I offered.”

“What the fuck are you doing here? Where’s that hypocrite that’s clearly cheated on me?”

Reid was furious. He couldn’t believe that he was made to feel like such an asshole for kissing someone else when you’d been with the geriatric behind his back the whole time. He was fuming

“Hypocrite? I believe you two were broken up after that little stunt you pulled, mate,” Price corrected, putting his cereal bowl down on the entry table. “Why don’t you just settle down and stay here while I get your little box of shit. Then you can be on your way.”

“You think I’m just going to go while you’re making me look like a mug? You went and swooped in on someone that’s taken and think you can just walk around naked like you own the place now because they slutted themselves out to you?”

“Careful, son,” Price growled. “Better choose your words more carefully.”

“Or what? You’re gonna kill me?” Reid laughed. “You don’t intimidate me, old man. You’d lose your job over something like that. Guy like you would go to prison for a long time.”

Price chuckled to himself and nodded his head, quirking his lips into an upside down smile. It didn’t meet his eyes though. They didn’t turn to crescents, they just stayed slitted ever so slightly, glaring at the absolute maggot before him. 

Price would’ve loved to have taught that shit eating little cunt a lesson. Though he knew already that any kind of physical violence would have you both on the rocks again, and after he’d just gotten you back he wasn’t ready to jeopardise things. However that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t prepared for Reid’s visit, oh no. He had more weapons at his disposal than the average man - he knew plenty of people in lots of places, both high and low, powerful and shady. 

“Little old fella like me couldn’t do damage like that,” Price sighed, putting his hand over his heart like he was weary. “I have other things I can do though. Don’t even need to bother laying a hand on a little weasel like you.”

“Oh yeah like what?” Reid laughed, hoisting himself up to the last step and getting into Price’s face. “You gonna get some army buddy of yours to rough me up or something, pay me a visit and scare me? If that happens I’ll record the whole thing.I’ll get you done for it! All my friends know about you, they’d back me up that you were behind it all.”

Price shook his head and sent a quick message off on his phone, quickly taking it out of his pocket and burying it back in again in a flash. After that, he proceeded to pick his cereal back up and ate another spoonful, scrunching up his face when he realised it had mostly lost its crunch. Well, he made a face at that and the fact that Reid was still there and giving him that stupid challenging little look.

“Sounds like I’d get into a lot of bother for that,” Price agreed, swirling his spoon around his bowl. “I’d just hate for you to have recordings…mind you, I don’t think I’ll have to worry too much about those. You’ll be too busy trying to unfuck your life to bother about me.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Reid frowned.

Reid threw him a gesture as if to ask what the hell, and Price shrugged, taking one last bite of his less than tasty cereal. He resolved to himself that he’d pour another bowl and get himself to the shops. He’d hate for you to be running low - it was important to him that you ate afterall. All a part of making sure you were looked after and cared for.

“I said - what’s that supposed to mean!” Reid gritted out, poking a finger into Price’s chest.

Price growled and shot him a warning glare, sending the younger man flying back with just the change in demeanour alone. Reid looked stupid then, holding his palm out like he was going to try and karate chop Price.

“Why don’t you run home and go check your credit score and bank accounts, hm?”

“What? What are you talking about?” Reid laughed, taking his phone out of his pocket. “Are you actually trying to pretend like you can do something like-”

Reid trailed off and frowned down at his device, hurriedly tapping the screen as his brows knitted tighter together.

“Ugh, what an absolute dinosaur I am,” Price grunted, shaking his head at himself. “You can check all these things on your phone nowadays. Plonker. Anyway, like I said - have fun trying to work all that out.”

Price went to shut the door, but grunted when Reid stuck his foot in it before he could close it fully. He glared when he almost spilled his cereal on himself, the milk had splashed up against the sides and a little had dribbled onto his foot. Other than that he was mostly uncovered. Reid was safe from having the rest splashed all over him.

“I’m going to the Police about this! You hear me? I’m going to report this and you’ll be in so much fucking trouble!” Reid vowed, wrenching the door back open. “Fix this right now! Fix it now, or I’ll do it. I’ll go to the police.”

“Go to the police then. But what’re you gonna tell them exactly? ‘Oh, my ex’s boyfriend has frozen all of my money and tanked my credit score! Do something, Mr. Officer!’ Sounds a bit fucking looney, doesn’t it?”

Reid looked at him with wide eyes, withdrawing his foot from the doorway as Price laughed at him, frowning as the realisation fully sunk in. He could report the crime, but he had no idea how Price had even managed to do it in the first place. Something like that would require the help of dodgy people, the likes of which Reid couldn’t even comprehend. 

And if he could do all that to Reid’s finances…after, presumably, sending a single text…then what else would Price be capable of?

Reid backed away fully and looked at Price and down at his phone, then back to Price and back down at his phone, locked in a state of disbelief. What the fuck had just happened. His heart dropped and his mouth got dry. It was like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

“Watch that last step, son. I’d hate for you to hurt yourself,” Price called, grabbing the door so that he could finally shut it. “If you know what’s good for you you should stay away from here and never send another pig headed message again. Never know - It might help your little money situation. Might not help, mind you, but it certainly couldn’t hurt, could it? Good bye, now.”

And with that Price closed the door and retreated back inside, leaving Reid to stand stupidly on the grass out front while he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. 

There, Price thought, things are just as they should be now. He smirked to himself as washed up his cereal bowl, replaying what had just happened in his head. Thank you Nik. Guess I owe you a beer, mate. 

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Beg For Me To Stop - Captain John Price x Trans! Male Reader (NSFW)

Description: Price eats his boyfriend out until he's crying then makes him choke on his dick. That's it. That's the plot.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, Overstimulation, Brief flash of Jealousy, pet names, face sitting, blowjobs, begging, hair pulling, deepthroating

Names Used: Sweet boy, pretty boy, good boy, baby. No use of Y/N

Word count: 3.7k

NSFW Under The Cut!

“You’re sure that this is okay?” His voice is hesitant and creaky, the stress of his recent missions bleeding into his words. There are nerves there too, making his voice and hands shake as he reaches forward, placing them on the chest of the man beneath him to help steady himself. “There are other ways that we could-”

“No,” the voice is harsh, but the warmth there curled into his gut and sent a flood of arousal down to his core. Price reached forward, his hands grabbing onto the thighs of the man above him, he gave a reassuring smile, likely the last one for some time. A brief break in his careful tone and roughness, just something there to remind him that this is okay. His face returns quickly to that easy calmness. He’s so sure of himself, so confident as he tugs his boyfriend higher, “C’mon love, you said you wanted this, so get up here.” 

He hesitates again. He doesn’t want to crush the man under his thighs. They’d never done this before, what if something went wrong? “John,” he’s cut off by a rough yank, his lower half being pulled up, hovering just over Price’s mouth. The force of the sudden movement nearly knocked him backward, he just managed to catch on to the headboard, using it to steady himself as he hovered over the face of his lover. 

Beneath him, Price groans, “God love, what a fucking sight. C’mon now, get down here. Let me have a taste. Be a good boy for me and sit on my face.” The dirty words manage to pull a moan from his throat, but he doesn’t move. He’s still unsure, still hesitating, even as he can feel Price’s breath on his cunt, providing enough of a sensation to have him clenching around nothing. “Gonna make me do it for you?” Price asked after a moment, “Can’t even do this yourself, can you?” Price gave a small hum, his arms coming up to wrap around his thighs from behind. His hands stroked along his inner thighs for a moment, teasing closer and closer to his boyfriend’s wet cunt. “Don’t worry,” he gave a coo, “I’ll take care of it.”

With that, he pulled the man above him down so that he was fully seated, his tongue immediately set to work. His boyfriend gave an undignified squeal as that tongue flicked over his clit, coming back a moment later to lay flat over it and give a slow hard drag. Price made the movement again, flicking over the clit with a quick movement before dragging harshly. It pulled little pants from the man above him, his hips rocking just slightly into the movement, seeking more friction. 

After a moment of his teasing repetition, a flick of the tongue followed by a slow hard drag, Price stuck his tongue out fully, tightening his grip on his boyfriend's legs as he began to quickly move his head back and forth, his tongue dragging torturously quick and hard. “Oh fuck,” his boyfriend's head tilted back, his cheeks bright red as he ground his hips into the movement, trying to jerk into it as pleasure hit him in continuous pangs, slowly building. Price pulled him closer by his hips, helping him to grind his cunt against his face. 

Price’s beard rubbed deliciously at his inner thighs, leaving pleasant little scratches that he knew would burn something fierce later. He didn’t mind, it would be a pleasant reminder of this moment left on his skin. Price's tongue continued, but his head's movement stopped as he moved his tongue in a little figure-eight movement against the clit, moaning out as his boyfriend jerked at the new movement. The vibrations from his voice added to the pleasure, pulling a little shudder from the man on top of him, his moans growing in volume and pitch as the coil inside his gut threatened to snap. “God, oh god, John,” he leaned fully against the headboard, using the stability and Price’s hands against his thighs as an aid to continue grinding against the mouth of the man beneath him. 

Warm pleasure continued to abuse his throbbing clit, his dripping cunt soaking Price’s beard as he continued to grind against him. The friction right where he needed it most was making him shake, the movements of his hips becoming erratic and jumpy. Price gave a hum before his tongue retreated and, quickly, his lips replaced it. He fixed his lips around his boyfriend’s clit before giving a harsh suck to the spot, making the man above him drop forward, his mouth almost hooked open as his mind began to grow foggy with the pleasure. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to get closer or farther from Price as his hips continued moving, the man beneath him dragging him down further to continue sucking and licking at him. 

“John, John please, please oh God, oh God,” he gripped the headboard tighter, his legs beginning to shake around the man’s head as he grew closer and closer to that edge. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, please, so good to me, so good,” his words earned him a harsh little smack to his upper thigh, the feeling of it sending him jerking down into that quick tongue and clever mouth. 

He didn’t last much longer, his thighs shaking under him as his movements became more erratic. All it took was one last good flick of Price’s tongue and he was falling apart, that coil snapping inside of his gut as his eyes snapped closed, pleasure flushing his entire body as he soaked the mouth and chin of the man beneath him. 

Price helped him ride out his orgasm, his tongue languidly licking little circles into his clit, continuing even as the man above him began to squirm, trying to pull away from his insistent tongue. “John,” he begged, his voice wrecked, “Wait, wait, oh fuck, wait!” Price didn’t stop, even at his begging, instead he shifted the man up higher on his face, his tongue laving over his slit, collecting the bits of his release that soaked him there and swallowing it down. 

He didn’t say anything as he began to slowly dip his tongue into the man above, each pass slipping more and more inside only to pull it back a moment later. His boyfriend gave a whine at the feeling, squirming to try to get away, only to give a choked-out moan as his movements caused his clit to brush against Price’s nose. 

Price gave a chuckle at the sound before quickly sticking his tongue fully inside of his boyfriend's cunt, feasting on him like he was the best thing he’d ever tasted in his life. He thrust his tongue in and out quickly, occasionally curling it up to press against his walls. His hands were set to work too, tugging his boyfriend down to grind against his face in a quick rhythm, knocking the man’s abused clit against his nose with every move. 

His boyfriend was quick to slip back into that sweet mindset of pleasure, the only thing on his mind was the too much and yet not enough pressure against his clit and the feeling of Price eating at his cunt. “God, John, fuck you’re so good at this, so good.” Price hummed, picking up the speed of his tongue as he roughly thrust in and out of the man above him. His cock was hard, standing at attention and begging to be touched, but he ignored it. He would take what he wanted soon enough, but for now, he wanted to hear the man above him cry for it. 

He could feel his boyfriend’s cunt clenching around his tongue, wanting something more to fill him up as he came closer and closer to the edge again, his eyes turning a bit glossy as Price continued to force him to grind against his face. His mouth was still open, and gasps, pants, and moans were forced from his throat without his permission. 

Price gave a harsh suck to his cunt, his nose pressing harder against his clit. That was all it took for him to cum again, his back arched and his head thrown back with a high-pitched whine as he spilled into Price’s mouth, the man happily feasting on his release. He began to come down from the pleasure, his entire body shaking with the force of it, but still, it seemed Price wasn’t done with him yet. 

Price continued feasting at his boyfriend, forcing his hips to grind down against his face as he drew orgasm after orgasm from him, listening with growing pleasure as the man above him devolved into a babbling tearful mess. He wasn’t even hardly able to fight against Price’s hands anymore, only giving a weak struggle that would soon give way to weak moans and pitiful little whines. 

Price adored it. He could see that look on his flushed face, the one that told him that there was nothing going on in the man’s brain, his mind only able to focus on the pleasure that he was forcefully wringing from his body. Over and over and over. 

He chuckled as he could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge again, his little choked-out sobs making him lick and suck at his cunt with more vigor. His face was soaked at this point, but he didn’t care. All that he needed now was to hear him beg. He wanted the man above him on the edge, moaning out for him to stop, begging for the pleasure that was forced on him to finally end. Only then would Price stop his torture.

He got his wish a few moments later, the man above him giving another sob, tears streaming prettily down his face as he begged, “Please, please, John! I can’t please, I can’t, too much, too much! Please!” 

Price gave a sigh of happiness before pulling his mouth away from his boyfriend’s cunt, one of his hands slipping down to continue pressing tight little circles to his clit as he spoke, “Just one more for me baby, one more. Think you can do that?” His boyfriend gave a shutter, his hips involuntarily rutting into the hand against him, “One more, then you can suck my cock like a good boy, yeah?” He landed a harsh slap against his boyfriend’s ass, biting into his thigh to get his attention, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” He sobbed finally, his face flushed red, “yes, yes, please!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Price gave a groan, quickly shoving his face back into the quivering cunt in front of him. He kept his fingers rubbing tight hard circles onto his boyfriend’s clit as his tongue fucked him, diving in with renewed enthusiasm and strength. The sooner he tilted his boyfriend over the edge, the sooner he would get to see those pretty tears as the man choked on his length. He let himself enjoy the taste on his tongue and the way the man above him squirmed and cried out for him. 

Pleasure pooled in his gut, overwhelming with the way that it buzzed through his body. It was all too much for him, not even a slight break having been given between the numerous orgasms that Price had wrung from his exhausted body. Even now, as he was sure he had nothing left to give, he could feel himself hurtling back toward that edge. Tears streamed down his face, his breath caught in his throat as his weak legs began to tense. He could feel the pleasure bearing down on him, covering him completely and seeping into his bones until finally, it all snapped, rushing over him tightly as his vision went dark around the edges with a loud sob of Price’s name. 

He came back to himself slowly, his eyes peeling open to meet the concerned stare of Price, hovering over him. The man’s beard was completely drenched, juices from his multiple orgasms slicking his jaw and down his neck. It was a brilliant sight, one that pulled an embarrassed whine from his throat. Price only gave a chuckle, leaning down to capture his lips. The wetness from Price’s beard smeared across his chin and he could taste himself on the other man’s tongue. “Hmm,” Price muttered against his lips, “You alright? Think you blacked out for a second.”

He groaned against his lips, “Don’t let it go to your head Captain,” he wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders, pulling him in closer, “If I find out that you told Nik or any of your 141 boys about this-”

“You’ll what,” Price teased, playfully biting at his lip for a moment, “We both know that you can hardly go more than a week without my cock.” His words had the man underneath him going a bright red, “How do you intend to punish me? Hmm?”

“I’ll,” his boyfriend started weakly, “I’ll hide all your cigars. Or,” He tilted his head back, a happy sigh leaving his lips as Price began trailing sweet kisses down his neck, “Or buy a bottle of that whiskey you like and make you watch me pour it down the drain.” 

“How threatening,” Price teased, his voice rumbling with amusement against his skin, “You really know how to make a man shake in his boots. I’m terrified just thinking about it.” A laugh pulled its way from his throat as the man beneath him gave a small slap to his shoulder. Despite the teasing, his boyfriend couldn’t help but grin. 

An idea struck his mind then and a grin pulled at his lips, “I’ll flirt with one of your regulars at the bar. Maybe that tall blonde one who’s always eyeing me up.” A gasp pulled from his lips as Price suddenly bit down on his neck harshly. He knew he’d gotten to the man and he couldn’t help but giggle, “Or uh,” he chuckled as he felt Price’s hands grip his hips harshly in response, “maybe the one that you hate. What’s his name, Walter? Wyatt? William-”

He knew he’d gotten the name right when Price removed himself from his neck with a growl, his lips slamming to his in a rough kiss. Immediately the man dominated his mouth, his hand coming to rest roughly against his neck as his tongue forced its way into his mouth. His other hand moved up to grasp at his jaw, forcing his mouth to stay open so that he could lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue properly. 

“Fucking tease,” Price pulled back just slightly, spit slicking his lips, “maybe I need to force you back on my mouth, huh? Pull a few more from you just to keep you in line.” 

His boyfriend whimpered, throwing his head back as he arched up into the hand around his throat, “No, no,” he begged sweetly, “please, I’m sorry.”

Price captured his lips again, for just another moment before pulling back, “Sorry? Want to prove it to me, love? Want to show me how sorry you are?” His boyfriend nodded his head rapidly. Price took it as his sign to move off of the man, pushing himself back enough that he could reach forward and grab his boyfriend's shoulders. He forced him up from his back, pulling him to his hands and knees so that his face was just hovering over his still-hard cock. Price wrapped a hand in his hair, tugging him closer, “Go on then, be a good boy. Suck my cock and show me how sorry you are with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

He slowly guided the younger man toward his cock, giving a low hiss as the tip of his cock was taken into the warmth of a mouth. Price let his head tilt back, a sigh of relief passing his lips as his boyfriend sucked and kissed at the head of his cock, pulling back occasionally to lave his tongue over his slit. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” Price groaned, “Take me all the way in your mouth, baby.” His breath grew heavier as the other slowly sunk down, taking his cock as far as he could into his mouth. 

Price kept his boyfriend there for a moment, appreciating the feeling of his tongue stroking up and down the side of his cock and the occasionally desperate little sucks. He was waiting for Price’s orders before doing anything else. “Pretty boy,” Price tightened his hand in his boyfriend's hair, “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, yeah? Put your hands behind your back for me.” He watched, deep satisfaction curling in his gut as the other man listened to his orders, folding his hands behind his back, “That’s it. Good boy. Now then, let’s see how sorry you are, yeah?” 

With that, Price used his grip on his hair to pull him off of his cock before thrusting roughly back in. He set a harsh pace, his cock brushing against the back of his throat with every move. His boyfriend tried his best to keep up, hollowing his cheeks around the man’s length as his tongue gave as much attention as it could around the fast pace. Price gave several deep groans above him, his hips moving faster and faster as he slowly lost control of himself.

After a moment he pulled his boyfriend down harder, burying his nose into the hair at the base of his cock and just holding him there for a moment, feeling him choke on the length of him. He pulled him off a few moments later, admiring the tears that had gathered once again in the corners of his eyes. His boyfriend looked up at him with tears in his lashes before sticking his tongue out with a pant, diving back down on his own to take him back into his mouth. 

Price gave a growl at the feeling, increasing his pace as he harshly fucking his boyfriend's throat, listening with pleasure flooding his body as he gagged and choked on the length of him, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Tears began leaking from the corners of his eyes as his throat was abused, but he didn’t make any move to stop Price, just moaning around the length in his mouth and giving several harsh sucks to the man’s cock. 

“Ah,” Price tilted his head back, his hips stuttering a bit under his boyfriend’s clever tongue, “You’re so fucking good at this. Take my cock so well, huh? Like you were made for it.” He paused, tightening his grip in order to pull his boyfriend to a stop over him, his nose once again just holding him there fully over his cock. He gave a few shallow thrusts, “You were, weren’t you? Made just for me.” Another groan left his mouth as the other man gave another harsh suck to his cock, hollowing his cheeks as he breathed through his nose. Price held him there for a moment, listening to the sound of his boyfriend sucking and gagging on his cock, pleasure wracking through his system as a tongue traced up and down his shaft. 

Finally, after another moment Price pulled him away, waiting for him to stick out his tongue again before rutting the tip of his cock along that wet heat. “Fuck, fuck, sweet boy,” Price admired the red of the other man’s face and the tear tracks along his cheeks. He looked well fucked and it made pride well up in Price’s chest just as much as pleasure, “Gonna let me finish in your mouth? Or do you want me to paint your face with it?” His boyfriend didn’t answer, too busy letting out little moans as he sucked the tip of Price’s cock back into his mouth, laving over it with his tongue before suckling at it for a moment. “Answer me, baby,” Price groaned, getting closer and closer to the edge, “Answer me or I’ll decide for you.” 

His boyfriend still didn’t answer, instead, he looked up at him with wet innocent eyes as he took him further down his throat. It didn’t take Price long after that, his boyfriend’s mouth was just too sweet for him to hold out any longer. He pulled him down harshly on his cock once, twice, before his cock jumped in the other’s mouth, cum painting the back of his throat. 

He took it well, swallowing most of it down, only a little bit escaping his mouth to drip temptingly down his chin. He continued working his tongue around Price’s cock, bringing him down from his orgasm before the man was tugging at his hair, gently pulling him off as it became too much fairly quickly. 

He helped his boyfriend up, pulling him closer to him by his waist before sweetly slotting their mouths together, licking the taste of himself from the inside of his mouth. His boyfriend gave a pleased sigh against his lips, pulling back just enough to say, “You’re too good to me.”

Price merely chuckled against his lips, taking a moment before responding, “You’re the one who’s too good for me. How’d I get lucky enough to find someone who’d ask me to eat them out until they're crying before making them gag on my cock.” His boyfriend blushed bright red against the kiss, a grin pulled to his lips

“I like it when you’re bossy,” he tried to justify. Price laughed at his words before pulling him down with him, tucking him against his chest as they laid back against the pillows. 

“And that,” Price responded with a grin, “Is exactly why you could never be on my team. You’d be too busy lusting after me to get anything done.”

“Mhmmm,” his boyfriend mumbled, exhaustion pulling at his system, “Sure, we’ll pretend that you wouldn’t want me bent over your desk any chance you got. Or that you wouldn’t get hard anytime I called you Captain.” Price gave a sputter at the words, his face going a touch pink. His boyfriend gave a tired laugh in response, nuzzling closer to his chest. They would need to clean up soon, his thighs already feeling stick and gross. No doubt Price was feeling the same considering he’d been practically drenched with his juices. 

It could wait though. The feeling of the bed and Price’s warm arms surrounding him were slowly pulling him under, guiding his eyes to fall shut. Just a few minutes. Just like this, pressed together and warm, they could wait a few minutes. 

[mistermilkcarto]

" I want more. " ; König x Male Reader

★RAHHH IM BACK WITH MORE K★NIG DRABBLES! If you already saw this no you didn't. ★Reposting AGAIN cuz tumblr fixed my flopping fic issue<33 ★Doggy style, bottom König, Top reader, Edging, Penetration, Begging, Affectionate reader, Cock-Drunk König.

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König panted as he felt his face getting stuffed into his pillow as he felt you slamming into him violently. He sniffled and let out a high pitched whine when he felt you hit his prostate.

You moved a hand up to his upper back to push down while his ass was still in the air, the angle making him see stars. " Oh fuck!, Bitte.. 'M sorry! Please please please.. " He pleaded, his pretty eyes filled to the brim with tears. " Please what? " You asked, using your free hand to grab onto his waist and caressed the mole he had there with your thumb.

König reached out to grab onto something, only finding himself with a pillow as he gripped onto it for dear life. He only let out a moan in response to your question, his thighs trembling.

You suddenly came to a halt and looked down at him. He instantly looked up at you when he felt the loss of friction. " Wait, Why'd you stop? " He whined, trying to move his hips back for any sort of pleasure.

" I need to hear you say what you want before I can keep going. " You leaned down into the crevice of his back, planting little kisses as you mumbled praises into his scarred back. He looked away from you in embarrassment, his lips moving in a quiet whisper.

You rolled your hips into him, pressing into him only enough to send a shockwave of pleasure to tease him. He shuddered, gripping onto the pillow for dear life. " Please, just fuck me..? " He asked, throwing you a crooked smile as he turned his head to look back at you.

You moved a hand down to his face to wipe away his tears. " Of course, beautiful. " You assured him, suddenly slamming your hips into him, grabbing his waist for thrust into him easier. He cried out, biting into the pillow to muffle his moans as he felt you jab at his prostate repeatedly.

König felt his cock dripping, feeling the tight coil in his stomach start to form. He rolled his eyes back, the sudden change of angle from your thrust hitting his prostate dead-on.

He only lasted mere minutes of this before he felt the white liquid spurting out of him. Arching his back and squeezing his walls dangerously tight around you.

You gasped as you felt the sudden change of friction around you, chasing your own orgasm as your hips got quicker and sloppier. König drooled at the overstimulation after he had gotten down from his high, his thighs shaking.

Your hips stuttered as you felt your cum fill him, your eyes half lidded as you leaned down to hug his waist tightly. Fucking yourself through your orgasm, you came to a halt as you rested your chin on his lower back and looked forward to König. " Are you alright, Ko? " You asked, taking heavy breathes.

He mumbled something incomprehensible which made you pick your head up in hopes of hearing better.

" What was that, dear? "

" I want more. "

[mistermilkcarto]

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18+ MDNI

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Ghost jolting awake from having the wettest dream ever about you. All sweaty and damp. And cock just twitching the same way his heart is beating. There's a big ass stain on his comforter, and that's just pre-cum. He mumbles fuck and weights out his options:

Either take care of it here and think about you more, or go bang on your door and fix this yourself. Hell,

Maybe y'all can make his dream a reality.

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[mistermilkcarto]

I can't write daddy kink anymore y'all 😕

Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; praising, overstimulation, dumbification, daddy kink, rimming.

Masterlist.

Boku no Hero Academia.

Request by Nesrin_Moorse on Wattpad.

Keigo had given (M/n) one of his feathers on their first anniversary as a necklace. An easier way to make sure his boyfriend was always safe.

Out at work while simply patrolling, he could feel the vibrations of (M/n)'s chest when he laughed or spoke, feel the temperature of his body rising or lowering. On occasions, (M/n) would gently touch the red feather hanging around his neck, dangling on his chest, and Keigo knew his boyfriend missed him.

And now, after a long week of hero work, Keigo had earned a few days off, flying all the way to (M/n)'s apartment to spend some well-deserved quality time with him.

They walked around for a while, a few fans of the pro-hero asking for pictures and autographs, which he gladly gave while making sure it wasn't upsetting (M/n), but he was smiling at the sight of little kids jumping around him, excited about meeting their favorite hero. They watched a movie, a rom-com that was funny enough, and entertaining enough for them to watch it all the way through.

After the movie, they had dinner at a restaurant, nothing too fancy but not too casual either. And on their way back to (M/n)'s apartment, they bought an ice cream each, talking and laughing all the while.

It was a fun date, a fun day. It was good.

Already back in the coziness of the place, (M/n) couldn't help himself.

His hands placed themselves on Keigo's hips, pulling him flush against his body as he pressed their lips together, kissing him passionately, a deep kiss that left Keigo flustered, such a dark blush coloring his face. (M/n) smirked at him and took a step back, leaving him standing by the front door while he walked to his room.

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Laying in bed peacefully, (M/n) heard the water of the shower hitting the floor of the bathroom. Keigo let out a deep sigh as the hot water fell on his skin, dripping down his tired and tense body, relaxing for the first time in that week.

(M/n) remembered he had to take his necklace off, but before he did it, he held it in his hand. A thought flashed across his mind, and he had to hold back a smirk, and he decided to test his theory.

Slowly moving his thumb across it, (M/n) gently stroked Keigo's feather.

The blond male felt it, startling him as it caught him off guard, but he ignored it. Well, until it started to become unbearable.

(M/n) was putting more pressure on the palm-size feather in his hand, and another crazy thought plagued his mind. He couldn't stop himself from licking it, wetting it whole as he dragged his tongue on every inch of the feather.

Keigo's legs trembled, holding himself up with the wall, his wings shuddering as his knees gave out, ending up on the shower floor while the water kept falling on him. His face was flushed, his eyes clouded and teary from lust. He couldn't take it.

While feeling (M/n) lips leaving open-mouth kisses and small licks all over his feather, he stood up with wobbly legs, closing the water and stumbling out of the shower. His body was shaking, his hard cock dripping pre-cum while he tried to collect himself at least a little bit.

There was no point. (M/n) wasn't stopping.

With trembling hands, he reached for his bathrobe and struggled to put it on, he needed something that could sort of ground him, that could cover his overly sensitive body.

"You... need to s-stop that," he stuttered out, and (M/n) simply smirked, pressing again on the base of the feather. He observed with a glint in his eyes how Keigo squirmed and stumbled back, resting against the wall behind him.

"You don't like this, hm?" (M/n) hummed, a teasing tone in his voice, but the blond male silently rubbed his thighs together before responding.

"I like it... t-too much," the smirk on (M/n)'s face grew, and his fingers continued caressing Keigo's feather in his hand, taking in every reaction from him, watching him cry out and slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"Come here," Keigo took a deep breath before crawling with great difficulty toward (M/n), who had moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

His arms trembled, threatening to give out under his weight, "Please, daddy..." Oh~, he used the magic word. (M/n) simply patted his lap and Keigo pressed the side of his face on (M/n)'s inner thigh.

"Please what?" Keigo whined at the feeling of his cock getting wet because of all the pre-cum he has been leaking.

"Don't... play with my f-feather, is... too much," (M/n) debated with himself whether he should obey Keigo's words, but in the end he did, even if he was enjoying the sight of his golden eyes filled with tears and silently pleading for mercy.

"Alright, I'll leave it alone," Keigo showed (M/n) a smile, watching him dangle his feather in front of him, but (M/n)'s eyes seemed to be shining with something different now, "Get on the bed, all fours."

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Seemingly nonstop, loud, high-pitched moans and whimpers left past Keigo's lips at each lap of (M/n)'s tongue inside him, his hands gripping tightly onto the bedsheets, his wings shuddering and splashing a bit of water around.

"You take my tongue so good, Keigo," (M/n)'s hands gripped onto the blond's cheeks, spreading them open and observing his hole twitching, needing something- anything, inside it again, "You cum so much from just my mouth, you're such a good boy, aren't you?" Keigo nodded frantically, trying to move his hips back toward (M/n)'s face, "Oh, what an impatient little boy~, daddy is gonna give you something better now."

Keigo whined as he swayed his hips, whining against the pillow while almost crying from how impatient he was. He wanted something inside him. (M/n)'s fingers, tongue, cock, anything that could help him satisfy that burning hot feeling on his lower abdomen, that feeling that made his cock twitch and drip with cum.

He felt (M/n)'s hands holding him by his hips and he was close to releasing a 'yes, please~' when he felt the wet tip of (M/n)'s cock pushing past his wet and tight muscle walls.

Holding his breath for a moment, Keigo let out a loud whine that closely resembled a thank you, his breath coming out ragged as he whined like a little bitch in heat.

"Daddy, daddy... daddy, d-daddy~," he repeated over and over again, getting louder and higher every time he said it, "C-cum... cumming~" he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

(M/n) kept fucking his rough through his orgasm, pulling the sheets because of how sensitive his body felt.

"In-inside... cum inside m-me, daddy..." Keigo muttered between ragged breaths, his mind going numb because of the pleasure, but catching a glance at his necklace, (M/n) decided to drive Keigo absolutely...

Fucking...

Crazy.

Reaching for the feather attached to the silver chain, (M/n) wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue around it as he took it in his mouth. Safe to say is... the reactions from Keigo were almost otherworldly.

His cock shook with every orgasm he had, squirting all over the sheets, his eyes rolling back as his arms and legs gave out. His body was shaking and he couldn't hold himself up anymore, so he mindlessly let (M/n) keep him up by holding onto his hips, as if he was only using his body for his pleasure only.

The thought of being used as nothing else but a doll made Keigo's body tremble, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth and wetting the pillow.

His mind turned dumb and his body was being used by his boyfriend...

"Fuck me, daddy~!" Was the only thing he managed to let out before completely giving in to the pleasure (M/n) brought to his body.