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ino-takumas-baggy-sweater · 8 months ago

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A Second Chance, A Father's Curse - Part 7 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

I wrote this in four hours flat when I got slapped with a writer's blessing, I'm so glad I haven't been hit with writers block recently (Though unfortunately I have about three assignments due atm so I will probably not be posting after this for a week or two)

Part 6 here

Warnings: blood

Word count: 3.8k

Nue was alone. Megumi is in trouble. “We have to stay!” “You remember what he told us, if we stay, we risk dying, we’re not staying!” Choso is firm in his words as he manhandles a shivering Eso up onto the horse. “We can’t just leave him! He wouldn’t leave us, you know he wouldn’t!” Kechizu wails, clinging on to Yuji with knuckles pale green like lavender leaves.

“His instructions were explicit, and these are now my orders, Yuji, come on,” Yuji is looking forlornly in the direction the Captain had disappeared. Choso could figure out what was going through his mind, he knew how much his younger brother likes Megumi. Despite the bodyguard/prince relationship Megumi had always seemed more at ease around the Itadori sons.

The owl Shikigami shrieked, diving down into the forest near the brothers and then resurfacing from the canopy clutching something in its claws. A man dressed in black and red drops with a shout, they can hear the crack of his spine echoing through the woods. “WE GO, NOW,” Choso orders, “STOP FUCKING AROUND,”

Yuji shakes his head vigorously, swinging Kechizu up into the saddle and then leaping onto his horse himself. He takes hold of the reins and Choso barely catches a glance of Kechizu’s fear before the two are gone northward.

“Choso!” Eso asks, confused, “What are you waiting for?!” “A sign!” He growls, mounting behind his brother and clutching the reins tightly around his brothers midsection as he squints into the trees, “Nue was protecting something, not just us,” He mutters, the horse nervously tiptoeing beneath them.

He hears the shriek once again and his gaze lifts to the sky, spotting the Shikigami flying off to the north with another body in its claws. This one isn’t moving, and Choso’s eyes zero in on its clothing. He knows that clothing. “Is that…” Eso trails off quietly, Choso can almost hear the tears in his eyes. “We’re going!” Choso huffs, leaning into his brother’s back and urging the horse to follow.

It takes only a few moments for the sounds of numerous other horses to emerge from the trees around him, Choso curses himself for his heart weakened by his brothers for just one quiet moment, “Fuck!” He grunts. Eso cries quietly, trying desperately to stay still and hidden beneath Choso’s cloak, but the wind billowing around them makes it harder than it should be.

“GOT TWO OF ‘EM!” A shout rings out in a voice that Choso is afraid to admit he might recognise- And it solidifies the fact that none of them are safe anymore. All four brothers are being mercilessly hunted, and it’s kill or be killed.

Choso ducks under the first arrow shot in their direction, the second is close behind and Choso fears for a moment that he may crush his brother in his attempts to stay small. “Ch-oso!” Eso chokes for a moment, “I can… try something!” Choso squeezes his elbows in tighter, “I can help!”

“Don’t do anything,” Choso hisses, “Just stay down!” “No! It hurts!” Eso sobs, Choso can feel his brother’s blood turning sour and he leans back in shock. Eso’s white tunic tears in two, the boy quickly losing control of his cursed energy which, as Choso is about to discover, lashes out with reckless abandon when he is terrified.

The torn fabric is quickly stained red and droplets of blood spray to either side of Choso, though the man still lifts his arm to protect his eyes from the onslaught that erupts from the mutilated face on his brother’s back. He can hear his brother sobbing beneath him as the horse pushes forward, he can sense the beasts terror despite the fact the two of them remain untouched by Eso’s Rot technique.

After a few seconds of chaos, the blood slows to a trickle and Choso resumes his position shielding his brother. The boy lifts a shaking hand and snaps his finger, mumbling the word ‘Decay’, before passing out, and a single stray arrow is launched as the chorus of screaming begins.

It finds its mark lodged in Eso’s leg, the boy not even letting out a single peep despite the shout that erupts from Choso’s mouth, his own blood technique shooting out with a complete lack of finesse and somehow managing to mutilate the archer covered in black flowers.

“A NON-NEGOTIABLE!” He screams over his shoulder, the agonised wails growing quieter with every second as he breathes heavily, gripping the reins so tight his fingers might fall off. “A non-negotiable,” He whispers.

Empty.

Alone.

“Today’s the day,” Your mother is quiet, but holds hopeful anticipation. She’s trying to remain optimistic for you, but she knows you haven’t been spending much time with Ryomen over the past week.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, we’ll be ok,” You murmur, brushing down the skirts of your dress. It’s a rich navy blue colour, matching Iqoria’s traditional colours, and it has an entirely cut out back. A symbol of trust you have chosen to display between the new ruler and her people. Your mother’s display had consisted of a set of chains that suppressed her cursed energy for the duration of her ascension.

You couldn’t stop your mind from racing, but you knew this needed to be done. This ceremony would go off without a hitch, and you would be Queen before sundown. “Ryomen is waiting for you in the carriage will take you to the town square,” Your mother murmurs, adjusting your hair slightly as you take your princess tiara off.

It will now go to the hall of ancestors, and be encased beneath the portrait taken of you at age ten, to be traded out for your new tiara once the ceremony is over and you have no more need of the bulky crown that you’ve been told weighs more than it really should.

“Just keep your head steady, you can use your cursed energy to help you,” She advises as you walk side by side, “Nobody will blame you, the thing weighs as much as a new-born baby,” She murmurs with a giggle so unlike her.

The sun gives no warmth, but has come out from behind the clouds to witness this day. You shield your eyes against it and peer up at the birds flying so freely over the city, wondering what it would be like for just a moment as you approach the carriage.

“You look perfect,” Are the first words words he says to you. You suppose for a moment it’s exactly what you needed to hear, it lifts a small weight off your shoulders as you settle into the carriage opposite him. “Have you been sleeping?”

That comment stings a bit, you shake your head, “Not… well,” You murmur, “But I’m still alive, aren’t I?” He meets your gaze, his eyes so often red with overflowing cursed energy these days that you can’t quite recall the shade of brown they used to be, “Surviving isn’t the same as living,” He takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head, “I know that better than anyone,”

You nod the little you can while still held in his grasp before he brings his other hand up, cupping your cheeks gently, “My Queen,” he murmurs, testing the title on his tongue. You find yourself enjoying the way it sounds in his deep rumble and you sigh quietly.

“Will you allow me to return to your side?” He whispers, and you become increasingly aware of the makeup they’ve used to cover up his own dark circles, “I… fear I am also only surviving, not being by your side like I should be,” Your heart gives a little twinge and your face twists as you resist the feeling of tears.

“I want you to return to my side on your own terms, Ryomen,” You croak, “I promised, and I will not give you any more orders that I do not have to. You can do as you please with your sleeping arrangements,” He gently strokes his thumbs just below your eyes, “Whether that brings you back to my side or not, is entirely your choice,”

Your voice wavers with emotions that you haven’t been able to process properly in the wake of your brother’s death and you can tell he’s feeling something similar to you. He blinks a few times and his face returns to one of indifference, nodding once determinedly, “Then we will see,” He murmurs, “Now do not cry, you are strong, and you are to be Queen,”

He is by your side through the entire ceremony, remaining a pillar of resolute steadiness that helps you to reel in your cursed energy as you feel it wavering under the gazes of the people. Their tears empower you, their cries for your brother and their cheers for you, everything seems to bring those pesky tears back.

But his arm remains linked with yours, as you walk between your people to the steps of the main town hall where your mother waits with the crown by her side. Knelt before her, she smiles proudly as she lowers it to your head.

She wasn’t lying, through the ringing in your ears and the velvet now settled on your head, you almost struggle to stand under both the physical and metaphorical weight of the crown. Her hands linger like she seeks to aid you, or even take if off your head again, but you push through and stand without any cursed energy assistance.

The crowd is completely silent. Or maybe you’re just not hearing them, because something is happening, you can feel the vibrations through your entire body. You fear for a moment that it’s started, it’s finally happening, but when you go to turn around Ryomen grabs your hands.

You look up into his eyes and he smiles crookedly, his own crown less extravagant than yours but no less important, “Everything is fine,” You read the words on his lips more than hear them, and the world suddenly rushes back in to greet you. The cheering as you turn to face them, the overwhelming support you feel.

Not only that but the shared grief of a people, your brother’s passing still raw in everyone’s minds. There are tears on your cheeks, this you realise a few moments later, but it’s okay. There are many tears in the crowd today, and there will be many more before the sun fully sets.

“Your majesty, there’s been… a development,” Gojo whispers into your ear. You clench your fist beneath the table, glad the heavy crown is now nowhere to be seen as you turn to face the sorcerer, “What is it?” “I think you’ll want to see for yourself,” He murmurs, nodding once, “I will be waiting in the dungeon beneath the sorcerer tower,”

You frown, that dungeon is reserved only for those who enter Iqoria with cursed energy beyond second grade without identification. Ryomen, having heard the exchange, grabs your clenched fist under the table, “Excuse us,” He announces to the table, “We have something urgent to attend to,”

Under any other circumstance, you would have reprimanded him for acting on your behalf, but you’re too busy frowning and wondering what it could have been that didn’t warrant even a short explanation at the dinner table.

The two of you stand and you briefly smile, “Please, do not wait for us, continue to enjoy the food,” You speak to the room before lifting your skirts slightly and walking briskly after the unfairly tall sorcerer.

Ryomen is on your heels and you can sense his agitation, “What is it?” You ask him as you walk together, exiting the castle and heading for the tower. “Something is wrong,” He murmurs, “Something is very wrong,”

“What do you mean?” You grab his arm, stopping him from walking, but he does not look at you. His gaze is locked on the tower ahead, “Someone…” he mutters, “Someone is gravely injured, another in distress,”

You take this as a sign that you must make haste, resuming your walk until you’re almost running, and you throw the door to the tower open before descending the stairs into the dungeon.

“WHERE IS HE?” The shout reaches you before you even get halfway down and Ryomen straightens, his eyes wide, “WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM?” “That’s…” he trails off, before sprinting the rest of the way down with you barely able to keep up for fear of tripping.

When you finally reach the bottom everything is silent. Ryomen stands firm in the doorway, his shoulders heaving with every breath, and you can see Gojo’s fluff of white hair over your husband’s shoulder.

You push past your husband without much care, prepared for almost anything, but immediately come up short on what to say.

“You…” You whisper, your gaze darting between the two furious men and the black eyed boy, all behind bars, the boy clearly frightened out of his mind. You know these people.

“Where’s the fourth?”

“ESO!” Yuji’s scream tears Choso’s heart in two. “Do not look!” He shouts, draping his cloak further to block Yuji’s view, “Just ride on!”

Nue remains far above them, Choso swears that his eyes are drawn to the blood dripping from the Captain in the owl’s grasp but he isn’t willing to admit they might lose two people today. Eso’s wound is superficial, even though the arrow is lodged deep in his leg it will not cause lasting damage.

Choso is more concerned about the outburst of cursed energy from the boy than anything else, and with the mountain border between the Creyarean district and Iqoria fast approaching he feels his stress mounting.

He knows they won’t be welcome, they bring only bad omens and a sign of war, but they have no other choice. The climb is steady, Choso is silently resenting the rider-less stallion that walks beside him, black as night like the captain hung from the sky.

He had spooked and gone after Yuji, bolting before Choso could cut the saddle loose, but now resolutely walked onward like he can sense his master is still close. “Get over the crest, they cannot follow us past the border!” He shouts up the rock face at his brother two turns above him.

“NUE!” Yuji hollers. The arrows haven’t been consistent but they’re annoying enough that something must be done. The owl swoops down and Choso has to wrestle with Megumi’s horse to keep it walking steadily.

Once Nue has dropped Megumi onto his stomach over the saddle, it dives with a shriek, grabbing insistently at the men who follow them on horseback. Lightning flashes every few seconds and the tinge of burning flesh rises to invade Choso’s senses.

Choso ties the reins of the black stallion to his own mount, reaching over to adjust Megumi slightly, “I GOT HIM!” He shouts up to Yuji, “BUT HE WON’T STAY ON LONG UNDER HIS OWN WEIGHT,”

It’s simply too dangerous to stop and tie the captain to the saddle like they would secure a prisoner, and Choso cannot have two unconscious people on his horse along with himself, it’s too much weight.

Eso beneath him groans in pain, wordless, shifting slightly, “Do not move,” Choso hisses, his hand slipping between Eso and the horse to hold him up. The boy quivers like a leaf, “C-cold,” He mumbles, making Choso’s heart skip a terrifying beat.

He urges the horse on faster and Megumi’s horse falls in step until they’re moving probably too fast. Thankfully Nue is there to lift Megumi once again, taking him to Yuji who now waits at the crest, horse treading nervously as they wait for Choso.

“We’re not alone,” Yuji looks over his shoulder and Choso follows his gaze back, the mountain path blocked by a young man dressed in a white shirt. His eyes are a little sunken, he looks almost as tired as Choso, and the elder brother moves until he’s placed his horse between the stranger and Yuji.

“What an odd little party,” The young man murmurs, reaching over his back and unsheathing a katana, “Rika, shall we?”

“Fuck,” Choso swears as the man’s Shikigami emerges from the sky above him, her form massive and almost blotting out the view down the other side of the mountain.

She breathes heavily, the sound wavering like an out of tune violin as her horrific form bears down on them, claws long as Choso is tall. “Choso!” Yuji shouts, "We’re-"

“Rika,” The young man interrupts, pointing his katana through the gap between the brothers, “Kill,”

“Where is the fourth?” You repeat the question in the silence, looking to Gojo.

“He is with Shoko, your majesty,” A new voice rings out and you turn around, spotting Yuta stood just behind the door leant against the wall, “He’ll live, as will their companion,”

You’re not sure if you should feel relief or fear. Something drove them here, something made them leave their home.

“Why…” You take a breath, “Why have you come?” You turn back to the eldest, who you recall is Choso, heir to Khoccadia’s throne. It occurs to you that Ryomen has not spoken a single word since he entered the room.

“Our father seeks to declare war,” He growls, “We are no longer safe, he was going to turn his anger at Ryomen’s ascension to a throne out on us,” Geto steps forward, “And how is that our problem?” He asks.

“It will become your problem if he gets his way, he will not stop until this kingdom is nothing but dust and bones,” Choso replies, gripping the iron bars of his cell. “Your father is a king from a bygone era, he could not hold a candle to Iqoria’s strength, especially now,” Geto taps the hilt of his sword on the bars teasingly and you roll your eyes with a huff, crossing your arms.

The room is silent after your small sound, but then a small voice pipes up, “I-is brother Ryomen here?” It’s the youngest boy, Kechizu, his body inhuman and fragile, eyes blind to the world. Yuji reaches through the bars and takes his younger brother’s hand, choosing not to reply, but looking towards your husband pleadingly.

“Yes, I am here,” Ryomen murmurs, spurred into action and darting over to the cell. “Ryomen!” Kechizu cries, flailing for a moment before he catches a grasp on the hand Ryomen has pushed through the bars, leaning into his older brother’s touch.

You turn to Geto, “Step back, Captain, I’ll take it from here,” You order him and he dips his head, allowing you to step closer until you’re face to face with the Crown prince of Khoccadia. The man meets your gaze unwaveringly, looking like he’s ready to kill without a moment’s hesitation.

You glance at Yuta, “How did you find them?” “At the mountain border my lady,” The apprentice replies, “Being pursued by assassins. Rika took care of the hunters and I escorted them to the city, Gojo wanted to take more precautions but I took the injured to Shoko,”

You then look to Gojo for confirmation and the sorcerer nods, “That’s what he told me,” The man thinks for a second, “But their companion is of Zenin blood, from the Thekirin empire. He’s being held in Shoko’s specialist suppression room,”

“And the boy?” You ask, turning back to Yuta. “I was returning to update the Itadori princes, Eso is recovering, Shoko is not allowing him to be conscious as she fears another outburst and she requests the presence of her Majesty and Prince Choso,”

“So be it,” You nod to Gojo, “Let him out, and you two can stand outside and wait,” You say pointing between Geto and Gojo. You want to give Ryomen time alone with his two remaining younger brothers, lost as he is in their hushed whispers and gentle cries.

Gojo flicks a hand and Choso’s cell swings open, allowing the Prince partial freedom once again, “Come, we have much to discuss,” You turn and sense him following you out the doors and back up the stairs into the sorcerer tower. The silence is edged with mistrust, you can tell he doesn’t feel safe here even this far away from his father.

You suppose he’s justified in his apprehensions, Jin Itadori will descend upon Iqoria eventually. Nowhere is far enough to shelter from war of this kind.

“How has Ryomen been?” It surprises you that he is the first to break the silence as you walk, navigating your way through the halls to the infirmary of the castle.

You glance sideways at him, “I am sure you would much rather hear it from his mouth, as I am not his mouthpiece nor am I his master,” You pause for a moment, “But, from what I have seen, he has been improving,”

He nods, his hands clenching and unclenching as he surveys each and every hallway and turn you take. “You wouldn’t happen to know his technique, would you?” You chance the question, a shot in the dark as to whether he’ll answer or not, but he shakes his head.

This surprises you more, but his answer you can tell is entirely truthful, “He wasn’t ever allowed to use it within the castle itself, he only ever used cursed energy during training. Even then, I think he was too suppressed to be able to manifest his technique in the first place,”

You let out a gentle sigh, feeling an entirely new weight settle on your shoulders. The safety of these princes, your husbands brothers now a part of your family by marriage, rests on your decisions. You cannot make the wrong choice, though you can only see one true and untainted path ahead of you.

To the left, you drive them out. They surely will have led at least somebody right to your borders, their location well known by now.

To the right, you shelter them. You care for them as they recover, they live and train with your family and they fight against the inevitable threat of their father.

No matter the choice, the threat of Jin Itadori hangs over your head like a guillotine.

One that is sure to come down, whether you’re ready for it or not.

“You can’t be serious,”

“I’m deadly serious,”

“You want me to get you that body?”

A shrug.

“It might not be a powerful choice, but it more than makes up for it with the shock factor,”

“You truly are a psychopath! I love it!”

“Oh you flatter me, it was merely a spur of the moment decision,”

“I can do much more than flatter, but time will tell if your little plan works,”

“It’ll work, you’ll make sure of it, won’t you?”

A voice in the shadows.

“That I will,”

Part 8 coming soon

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prof-jigglypuff · 1 year ago

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Naryu Virian & Vestige having heart-to-heart about Veya in Necrom DLC (2023)

My fucking heart!

PS. Razum-dar, you little shit, when exactly did you ride that griffon into Daedric plain with me, huh?? Must've missed that part XD

#naryu virian #naryu #elder scrolls online #eso #eso necrom #the elder scolls online #veya releth #veya #vestige #necrom #naryu x vestige #razum dar #My assassin wife learning how to cope with feelings like an adult....instead of stabbing someone - uuugh #let us marry Naryu Virian you cowards! She is THAT bitch!#fanfiction writers - where art thou?

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twilit-creature · 8 months ago

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original post

#moon doodles #sotha sil #tes #eso #clockwork god #s/i x canon #i simply could not scroll past it #you cannot give me posts like that and expect me to not do something #💗#💙⚙️

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dormiloncito · 11 months ago

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instagram reels are full of hateful and vile comments i think we should put everyone in there in saw traps

#some person: here are plus size fashion tips! here are tips to be fat and fashionable!!!#the comments: why do all that just lose weight 🤓#What If I Killed You #What If I Pushed You Off A Cliff #like people are so fucking awful #NOT TO MENTION THE RACISM TRANSPHOBIA AND PEOPLE SAYING LITERAL SLURS #también xenofobia no mamen una vez vi un video de el salvador y la gente cerota diciendo mierdas tipo ya desearían ustedes ser de x país #CÓMO? ANDATE A LA MIERDA #como si ser de el salvador fuera castigo. o sea si pero eso lo digo YO #XD #anyway.#welp time to uninstall insta again

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peaceeandcoolestvibes · 3 months ago

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Op answered to my input LMFAO

We’re honest about it! Leos are super hot, driven and usually very hardworking but when they’re young they’re VERY superficial 💀

#so at first you love each other - in the end you don’t feel shit #de hecho me pillé un rotatorio en un hospital donde él vivía para poder estar juntos x las tardes #pero es eso #tambn están como casados con sus trabajos y si soy tu novia no me mola esa #rutina #que yo al final soy un poco igual pero solo un poco #en su caso era exagerado #al final soy yo la que corto las relaciones así que 🌞#y esas cosas tambn las mencionan otras usuarias y es en plan #es que son así JAJSMABFNEJS #y si - la astrología es para las risas pero hay cosas que si son atribuibles a ciertos signos #claro luego te suelta ‘esque cuando nos vemos ya no me besas para saludarme’ normal nene normal

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voidhope · 1 year ago

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The Other Woman

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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.

Pair: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!Reader

Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel

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A/N: Hi! I don’t really write at all!!

I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So I’m excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since it’s my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Honestly tbh we all don’t have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please don’t get mad about the inaccuracies.

I love a good angst and today’s story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!

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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didn’t know.

You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.

Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.

“Where’s the spider?” He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldn’t focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.

“I don’t know, it like died after it bit me!” You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.

“Dios mío no me digas eso…” He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. “That spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now you’re a spider-man.”

And the rest is history…

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You learned that the man was Miguel O’Hara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.

Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that can’t be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.

Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.

What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain he’d went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.

You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.

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“I’m sorry Y/N.” Miguel couldn’t look at you.

“When did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?” You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.

You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.

“You did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.” Was all he replied.

“Who is she?” Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldn’t leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didn’t need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.

“Does she have another version of your daughter?” You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You weren’t stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldn’t just walk out on you with a lie.

“No.” He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. “She is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and she’s not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-it’s a chance for me to start at the very beginning.”

You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesn’t have a child yet… Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.

“What about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?” You didn’t understand how this was happening.

He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?

“This is different.” He turned away from you. “I pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on you…” He knew that this was going to tear you apart. “I learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that won’t disrupt anything.”

It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.

You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldn’t drop everything for it.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasn’t making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-you’s not so long ago.

You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.

—

It didn’t take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.

His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you weren’t assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a “Call for Y/N!” In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.

It wasn’t until a new woman showed up in Miguel’s office with a grip around his waist. That’s when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.

—

You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldn’t stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you weren’t from there.

You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him… That’s when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.

Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.

“Oh, Y/N.” Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.

“He’s on a mission right now.” Peter spoke up. “It might be a long one too but don’t waste anytime just incase.”

You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.

The last stop was in Miguel’s office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.

“Hello!” She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguel’s shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasn’t the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didn’t have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Getting off Miguel’s platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.

“Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you! It’s nice to meet other girls around here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you… Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.

“My boyfriend isn’t here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.” She continued as you stayed silent.

“Oh, no it’s okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.” You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldn’t even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.

You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.

“Oh I didn’t know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldn’t let me touch anything.” She followed besides you. “It’s so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We don’t have any of this where I live-“ She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.

“Are you and Miguel already planning to have a child?” You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.

“Oh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.” She chuckled.

In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. “He’s never mentioned kids anyways. I’m not even sure if he’d like them or do well with them.”

With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesn’t know anything. She probably doesn’t even know that she’s a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didn’t just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldn’t dislike her, she wasn’t doing anything wrong and she doesn’t even know.

“I got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.” Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.

It wouldn’t be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.

“AH-“ You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.

“It’s so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!”She started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didn’t agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.

“Lyla, Lyla It’s okay. Just stop. It’s all complicated I know, but this didn’t work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.” You felt yourself choke up. “I can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.”

Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. You’ve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time you’ll be speaking with her.

“You can give him a family y/n… you guys have been married two years now. I know you’ve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.”

“Lyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is… Good for him for believing in something so hard he’s found himself even a third chance to do it.”

“I hate that you’re being too kind about this situation.” Lyla paced around you.

“I love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. It’s so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but I’m also emotionally drained I can’t do this.” You let out a deep sigh. “I’ve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough… When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.”

“You can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! He’s just too obsessed and he’s lost himself in that.” She exclaimed with her hands up.

“Our canon event was our wedding.” Your frowned deepened. “But the universe didn’t say anything else after. It doesn’t say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.”

“I’m just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.” Lyla recalled.

“And I’m grateful for it… Even if this didn’t work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know I’m being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on I’ll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.” You felt your emotions bubble. “I became who I am here. I’m going to miss everyone so much.”

“You can still stay here and work with us.” She edged on.

“I can’t just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know he’s your boss and you’re basically hardwired to do everything for him and you’re trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable it’ll be. I’m the only one hurting here.”

Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasn’t her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She can’t be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didn’t want to see any more damage be caused to you.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She looked up at you sincerely. “I hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time you’ve even been in your universe?”

“Like a year ago for a mission…”

“Exactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but I’m tied to Miguel…” You started to see how it clicked for her too that it’s most likely you might not see each other for a long time. “Even if a spider-person is visiting you I can’t just show up on their watch… It’ll go back to him and I know you wouldn’t want that. I know I’m an AI and I can’t hold real emotions but I mean it when I say I’m going to miss you.”

Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome you’ve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love can’t bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if it’s self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.

“Bye, Lyla.” You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.

Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.

You were always just the other woman.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~

would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think it’ll be more in Miguel’s perspective as well!

EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here

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huh-i-guess · 18 days ago

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Paloma

(Captain John Price x F!Reader)

Summary: You all go to a club after a mission in Mexico and your drunken words have a sobering impact on your captain.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, daddy kink, embarrassingly drunk reader (no sex while she's drunk), spanking, choking, authority kink (?), age gap, unprotected sex, price gets nassssty

Word Count: ~ 6.3k

(Reader's callsign is Pepper)

I don't own MW2, the characters, or the gif above.

“Pepper. We’re waiting on you. What’s taking so long?” Simon gruffly inquired from the bottom of the stairs. “y/n what are you wearing?” He examined as he questioned your choice of club attire.

“A dress. Duh?” You deadpanned.

“WOAH.” Some of the guys gasped as you walked down the stairs.

“Steamin’ Jesus. Where’ve you been hiding these things?” Soap quipped.

“You guys are acting like you've never seen me in civies before. They are just legs, come on. Leave me alone suds.” You swatted at the Scotsman that poked at your thighs.

“Pepper. I’ve seen you in civies before but not in a dress. Not this dress” Soap stated while his lips quired into a sly grin.

“Yeah, I can't say I have either. You look beautiful though.” Gaz affirmed to your left.

“Thanks, Gaz.” You tilted your head in appreciation. Alejandro and Rudy walked in from the kitchen. Ale’s face brightened as he took in your appearance.

“¡Qué hermosa mi amor pero eso no es nuevo para ti!” Alejandro winked at you.

“¡Gracias Ale!” You smiled as your face flushed with warmth.

“You look gorgeous, sweet girl.” You looked over to the bench where your captain sat.

“Thank you, Captain.'' You smirked at Price's compliment as you watched his eyes rake down your body. Something about Price stirred things deep inside of you. Like a primal need. A want. A craving. But he’s your commanding officer so that’s all that he can ever be.

A want.

You fought the urge to clench your thighs together at his heavy gaze. His baby blues met yours and you felt yourself to suppress a shiver. Get it together.

“Okay let's go before they close the doors on us huh.” You cleared your throat and made your way to the door.

~~~

You had just finished a massive bust and the team wanted to chill for a bit so you recommended clubbing. Did you recommend this because you miss shaking your ass and wanted to get drunk? Yes. Yes you did. You could only deal with so much testosterone for so long. It wasn’t like you hated being around the guys, you loved them, it was just that you sort of missed the thrill of getting hit on and it actually leading somewhere. The guys flirted with you all the time but it never went anywhere because at this point you were all family. It wasn’t even flirting anymore, it was like getting a compliment from a drunk aunt.

You missed when flirting had an edge. When it led to you going home with someone and riding them till the sun came up. Some small part of you missed being treated like a girl. You appreciated that the guys saw you as one of them but at some point you have to remember that you have needs… parts you have to have filled.

Price treated you the same as all of the guys and part of you appreciated it but his “flirting” always had a different air to it. Like he wasn’t trying to rile you up or ruffle your feathers. It was like he wanted you to hear everything he said and take it to heart. Like he meant it. Clubbing could also serve as a distraction from your feelings about the man. It wasn’t fair that he could occupy so much space in your brain.

So you styled your hair, put on a face, slipped on a cute but always comfortable pair of heels, and a dress that damn near guarantees you’ll get laid. And made your decision to kick back and take your mind off of Price.

~~~

“So… Can I get drunk tonight?” You looked at Price for an answer and batted your mascara covered lashes.

“Why are you looking at me? You’re a grown woman and you don’t need my permission to do things.” Price rasped avoiding eye contact as he gripped the wheel.

“Okay cool. So then you don't have a problem with me going home with someone tonight?” You probed watching as his hand white knuckle gripped the steering wheel. The men behind you fighting to hold in giggles knowing their captain’s feelings for you that he has yet to admit.

“Now why would I have a problem with that, Pepper?” Sounds like he has a problem with it, you thought. You chuckled and looked out of the window as you watched the stone fences eventually turn to trees. Alejandro’s car in front of you eventually came to a stop outside of the club. All of you regrouped at the door and made your way in. It always felt a little weird being one woman walking in with a gaggle of 6 men on your tail but you’ve been in weirder situations. You grabbed a booth on the far side of the club. Making sure to have easy, clear views of all of the exits.

“Okay. I'm going to the bar to have a drink. Please don't come over unless you need something. You guys have a tendency to scare… people away.” You laughed and winked as you made your way to the bar. You spotted a handsome man who appeared to be having a drink with his friends and you knew you had to get his name.

“The huntress is on the prowl, Price. You gonna do anything about that tonight?” Soap questioned his captain with a low whistle.

“Soap. I have no clue what you are talking about.” Price denies.

“Ay dios mio. Captain, you play the fool so well. We all know how you feel about her and I think she knows too. We are in Mexíco. My people do not play when it comes to beautiful women.” Alejandro began as he lifted himself from the booth. “I saw at least four others whose jaws dropped when she walked in. You will miss your chance with her here if you keep being shy.” Alejandro chipped with more bravery than his brothers at the table before he patted Price on the back and made his way over to a beautiful woman he had locked eyes with the moment he stepped foot in the club.

After a while you got bored of the man you were talking to. He was a beautiful man but lacked any depth and honestly didn't seem like he could do any of the things you need a man to do. You stayed up at the bar and turned back to look at your group's table. Almost all of your group had been dispersed throughout the club. The only ones left at the table were Price and Rodolfo. They seemed to be deep in conversation and enjoying themselves so you smiled and headed to the dance floor.

You found a group of girls to dance with that seemed to be having a good time and you asked if you could join their group just to dance for a bit and were welcomed with open arms and kisses brought to your face. You missed being like this. It's been ages since you hung out with a group solely made up of women. You quickly learned their names and where they were from. They were from all over the world and just spent time traveling together across the world as a group. The group was composed of some of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen and you felt great being accepted into their group. Mara was from Brazil, Tati from Puerto Rico and a number of other girls from a variety of countries. Tati had been eyeing Gaz all night and you knew that they’d hit it off deciding to introduce them later in the night. Your priority at the moment was dancing and having a good time.

Although you were in a Mexican club, they played all kinds of Latin Music and even random hints of American Music. Anything that you could move to, you moved to. From Destiny’s Child to Bad Bunny to Kali Uchis to artists you’d never heard of. You and Mara had been platonically grinding on each other for a major portion of the night. Your hips had minds of their own and moved any which way. Your system was flooded with an indiscriminate number of margaritas and palomas so you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your hips hadn’t stopped moving even as you felt a pair of eyes on you. The heat of the gaze could only belong to one man in this club.

You looked back to the table and locked eyes with Price. You smiled, felt a wave of confidence, and blew him a kiss before you turned back to Mara, Tati and the others. La Romana by Bad Bunny and El Alfa came on and you all were locked in place on the dance floor. The tequila from the drinks you downed had you feeling like the only thing that mattered in the world was dancing to this song with these girls that you quite literally just met.

You and the girls danced to the song as if you were the only people on the floor. Tati started rapping El Alfa’s part as all of the inhibitions exited your body. You couldn’t even call it dancing anymore because at this point it was just cheering as the gorgeous woman next to you rattled off in Spanish. By the time the song ended and you were out of breath and drenched in sweat. You raised your voice over the music as you drew the girls in and let them know that you had to take a break. You were met with a number of hugs and kisses to your cheeks as you turned to slip from the crowd. You decided to stop at the bar for another drink and turned back to the table. The liquor coursing through you made it feel like you were floating as you made your way back over to the table with your fruity cocktail in hand.

Price’s eyes followed each step that you took and he stared at you with a burning gaze. The heat of his stare felt like a rope as the intensity pulled you closer and closer to him. You eventually closed the distance between the two of you and plopped down next to him. You were most definitely invading his personal space, but he just sat with the slightest smirk on his lips.

“You look like you’re having fun out there, sweet girl.” He said as bumped his shoulder into yours. Your mouth was moving before your brain could even formulate a response. You never really did kick the habit of rambling when you got drunk. That little fact about you and Price’s watchful eyes had you loose. Absolutely no control over your body or your mouth, so you rambled.

“I would be having so much more fun out there with you, daddy. Those girls are so sweet though. Mara and Tati and I think someone named Olivia. I can't really remember but I think Tati and Gaz would be so cute together.” You leaned into Price and lovingly looked into his baby blues. For some reason you grabbed his hand. “I haven’t danced like that in so long. Did you see my hips? It was like they had a mind of their own. Feel like I'm gonna be sore in the morning. Ugh, Daddy you should’ve joined me out there. Wanted to feel you behind me. Grabbing my hips and guiding them. Might’ve even put your hand on my throat and let you choke me a little.” The filth slipped from your mouth with a giggle and you hadn’t even realized the gravity of the comments you'd been making. You’d called him “daddy” twice. Not once but twice.

Price stared at you dumbfounded. He felt his dick twitch in his trousers. Of course he’d been watching you from the moment you left the table to the moment you set foot on the dancefloor. He watched you meet the girls, open your arms, and be welcomed with kisses and giggles. Watching the interaction had him feeling things. His mind told him was too old for you. It told him that he was old enough to be your father and he already was your superior.

He’d watched you play with the lad at the bar who hadn’t even realized how out of his league you were. Price’s mind told him that you have all of these young men at your disposal. The doubts about his age flooded his mind. Why would you want him? You deserve someone who can keep up with you. Someone young and energetic.

His doubts were put on the back burner when you blew that kiss to him. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. When you damn near skipped over to him his heart was replaced by a warmth. When you called him “daddy” his cock stood at attention and his doubts had flown far from his mind.

“Sweet girl, how many have you had tonight?” He groaned.

“Like 4 shots of tequila and a few palomas? Have you had one yet? I think it's the national drink of Mexico or something like that” You chirped.

“You know that I won't enjoy that. Barely enjoying this sorry excuse of a whiskey.” You pushed the cocktail over to him.

“Please just give it a try for me, daddy? I tried that scotch the other night and I almost passed out from how strong it was.” Price let out a long sigh and looked into your eyes as he grabbed your glass and took a sip of the grapefruit cocktail. The smile plastered on your face was enough to melt his heart. He felt the cold liquid hit his tongue and was immediately hit with the sweet tang of grapefruit and the light punch of tequila. He would never admit it, but he actually enjoyed the slight tangy and sweetness of the drink. He faked a grimace and placed your glass back on the napkin.

“Happy, love?” You giggled in his ear and kissed his cheek. Your brain hadn’t even registered what you’d called him just a moment ago. His eyes met yours. “y/n, I don't want you going home with anyone tonight.” Price stated with a serious tone. He almost sounded how he did when you went on missions and he’d used your real name. Not your call sign or a term of endearment.

“Daddy, don’t be so serious, I wasn’t planning on it.” You leaned into his ear as the words flowed from your lips, sweet and syrup-like. “ I just wanted to look pretty for you. Maybe sit on your lap and dance a little but you can be so stubborn.” Price turned his head and looked at you with wide eyes. Full of lust but also full of shock at your gall.

“Love, I think I should take you home. You’ve had quite a lot tonight.” You leaned into him and pressed a giggly kiss to his cheek.

“Only because it's you, okay. You really don't want to dance with me. Not even one song?” You practically begged as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Let's see if you can even stand up on your own, Love.”

“Of course I can.” You stood up and felt like the world had left you behind as wobbled on shaky feet.

“Mhm. Let's go home.” Price affirmed and you frowned, but immediately thought of Tati and Gaz.

“Wait. Tati and Gaz. They need to know each other. Let me introduce them, please daddy.” With a long sigh that was meant to calm himself, he nodded and let you drag him to the dance floor. Of course you had hopes of playing matchmaker tonight. He chuckled a little at the fact that you always had the best interest of the team at heart.

When you spotted Tati, she looked at you, and then at the 6'2 man planted firmly behind you. Her smiling face began to reflect one of concern as a frown crossed her stunning features. She tried to convince you to stay with her to make sure you weren't being taken advantage of in your state of intoxication. You felt your heart warm at the act of consideration, but let her know that you know him, trust him, and love him. Loud enough for him and everyone around you to hear over the music. His eyes widened and his face immediately flushed into a shade of deep red. He cleared his throat and grabbed your phone. He asked for the girl's number while you leaned on him and looked at him like he roped the moon out of the sky for you. He’d definitely remember the dopey love struck look that was painted on your face.

He let you take Tati over to Gaz. Gaz, Soap, and Simon had been planted at the bar drinking and laughing with each other before you tapped Kyle on the shoulder. He turned around and was met with the sight of you, very much inebriated and giggly, arm intertwined with Price’s as you leaned onto him while holding onto Tati’s hand. Kyle and the others were glad to see you clinging onto Price and watched the interaction in fascination.

“Kyle. Tati. Handsome man meet stunning woman.” You hummed while pushing Tati toward Kyle, feeling satisfied with your matchmaking skills. “Daddy, let's go home.” You looked up at Price. Soap’s mouth dropped open as soon as the word slipped from your mouth but quickly clamped it shut as he locked eyes with his ever serious captain. Simon just shook his head, not completely in disbelief at your comment, but more in amusement that you’d been drunk enough to say something like that in front of the others. Gaz’s eyes widened because he definitely heard you call your captain, daddy, but he threw on a smooth grin as he looked over to the beautiful woman that you brought along with you. He was torn between clowning you for your kinky admission or letting it slide. He ultimately decided to put it on the back burner as the gorgeous woman locked eyes with his. You whipped your body around and stumbled your way toward the door.

Price basically carried you to the car. He was supporting most of your body weight with his as he chuckled while navigating the two of you through the gravel filled parking lot. The pair of you reached the Black SUV and Price swept you into his arms as he opened the car door.

“In we go, love.” As he situated you securely in the passenger seat. Just as he was about to close the door you slurred out a “wait.”

“What do you need, sweet girl?”

“I’m sorry for being like this, daddy. I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t mean to be a burden.” He chuckled and brought your hand up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hand.

“You’re not a burden, love. You just had a bit too much to drink. It happens. As long as you had fun, I really don’t mind it.”

“God,” you said with a sigh, “You’re so hot. Can we have sex?” The warmth returned to his face at the admission. He had no intentions of doing anything with you tonight except maybe brushing your teeth and tucking you into bed. He sighed with a soft smile and closed the door.

“You truly are something special.” He said into the nothingness as he walked around the car.

The rest of the night was a blur for you but all you remember was Price carrying you back into the safe house then lying in the soft covers of a bed and finally drifting out of consciousness.

Price sat next to you in bed and watched your sleeping figure as your soft snores filled his ears. When he was satisfied with the amount of breaths that fell from your lips, he lowered himself into the sheets next to you and lost his own battle with consciousness.

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When you awoke, you were met with the sight of an empty bed and the sun shining through the flowing curtains. You looked over to the on-suite and saw your burly captain brushing his teeth at the sink. You released a content sigh as you turned onto your side. You felt yourself being pulled back into the warm embrace of sleep but as soon as you were at the cusp of consciousness, you felt the bed dip next to you. You kept your eyes closed but felt your captain just sitting there. You heard his breaths as he sat motionless next to you. The air grew tense as a beat of silence passed. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the heat of his gaze. Was he just staring at you? Was he going to say anything?

“What are you doing?” You probed, anticipating a gruff response.

No reply and then a long, heady sigh.

You started to turn your head until you felt a warm, firm body press against your back. Price’s body molded into yours as he reached around your front to find the hand that rested on the sheets. His hand found yours and you gawked at the difference in size. His hand engulfed yours in a warm embrace as he gave it a soft squeeze. His face nuzzled into the nape of your neck as he filled his lungs with your scent. His hairy chest was snug against your back as you felt his lips purse against your warm skin.

The tension grew as he shifted his hips forward against yours. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his bulge firm against your ass. He let out a low hum behind you at the feel of your soft bottom against him. Your mind started running through scenarios as you tried to recall the events that took place last night. How did you end up in bed with your captain? Did you fuck your captain? Did you do what you’ve been craving since your first meeting almost two years ago?

“We should talk about it, love.” He said with a firm squeeze to your hand.

“Did we… Did we have sex last night?” The words came out far meeker than you had intended. He let out a small sigh and pushed his head deeper into the crook of your neck.

“No.” Before he placed a soft kiss against the side of your neck. You felt a chill run down your spine at the intimate act. “You were far too inebriated for me to feel comfortable doing anything to you.” He hummed as he began to pepper delicate kisses on your neck.

“I wanted you to.” Slide its way, breathlessly and truthfully, from your lips.

“I know.” His hips shifted into yours, allowing you to feel him fully. Feel the warm, firm thickness that John had hidden under his shorts. “You looked stunning last night. Seeing you free and enjoying yourself like that, it made me feel things.” A gasp slipped from your lips as you felt his cock twitch against your bum. “Things I thought I had buried. Things that aren't right. Things that I shouldn’t feel about you.” He rocked his hips into you as his hand tightened around yours. “Then you danced your way over to me, looking at me like I hung the moon in the sky. Calling me what you did.” He groaned in your ear at the memory as he rolled his covered length into your behind. “You remember what you called me, love?” A fervent pulse into your rear. His hand left yours and trailed its way up your front, stopping just under your breast.

You couldn’t say anything. Your mind had just gone blank as your captain began to frot into your clothed ass. “Hm? Do you remember, sweet girl?” His hand made its way into the valley of your breasts and he pressed, pushing your torso impossibly close to his. Your back and ass flush against the mountain of a man.

“I-”

“Do you need me to remind you?” His hips curled into yours. Your thighs tightened and your pussy clenched around nothing. Air slipped from your mouth as your words were trapped in your throat. Lost searching for words as his cock rubbed into the covered crevice of your ass. The intimacy of the act had dulled your thoughts. The only thing that filled your mind was him and the effect that he had on you.

“Ah. I- Price.”

“No. Not that. That's not what you called me seven times.” His hand made its way to your gulping throat. “That’s not the name you used. No, I don't think so. That's not what you said in front of the others.” You pressed your ass into him needing to feel more of the thick bulge that was trapped between you, your underwear and his.

“Please.” Was all that you could conjure as your mind told you to take matters into your own hands. Your trembling hand made its way between the two of you searching for the thick length that was causing the blankness in your mind. The man jerked his hips away from you. Away from your desperate touch.

“Ah ah. Not until you say it. I know you know it sweet girl. You wouldn’t let me forget it last night.” His voice had a deep, raspy quality to it that you’d never heard from him before. It set your core ablaze.

“Captain please.” His grip on your throat began to constrict as your hand searched behind you desperately seeking the source of warmth you’d just lost.

“Getting closer.” His other hand slipped under your neck and replaced the hand he had tightening on your throat. The hand that was originally at your throat made its way down your body as you trembled at the sensation of his warm fingers teasing your body.

“Mmmmmm fuck. Please please. I-” His fingers made their way into the waistband of your absolutely drenched panties. Your hips twitched at the sensation. He pressed his palm just above where you needed him. His breathing deepened in your ear. He growled in your ear. Deep, full bodied like a scotch. Gravelly.

“Say it.” Your hips twitched at the command.

“Price I- please I’m-,” the words racked your brain as you tried to concentrate. His fingers on your pubic mound just began to tap. Light yet so impactful as his fingers just danced upon you. You tilted your hips upward trying to catch their movement just a bit lower. So close to where you needed him. The words tumbled out of your mouth at breakneck speeds.

“Daddy, please.” You were almost crying now. He tugged your ear lobe between his teeth as he sank two fingers into your weeping pussy.

“Oh fuck yes.”

“Say it again, sweet girl.” No hesitation. No stammer.

“Daddy. Fuck.” He rocked his hips back into yours as he plunged in and out of you. The meat of his palm rubbed harshly against your puffy clit. An exhale forced itself from your lips that was soon accompanied by a low whine.

“You wouldn’t stop fucking looking at me last night.” Rock.

He licked the side of your neck as he breathed heavily against your ear. He curled his fingers inside of you as the breaths were forced from your lungs.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Rock.

“Like you had some kind of spell on me. Your hips. Watching them sway in that dress.” Rock.

“You- uh fuck- wouldn’t stop.” He groaned as he pushed his fingers in further. Rock.

“You insatiable little slut. I shouldn’t even fuck you right now.” His hand constricted around your throat again. The man was tearing you apart with just his fingers and his voice.

“I- oh my god. I’m so sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean it.” The groan that ripped from his throat shifted something inside of you. You needed to hear him make that sound again. Your hand fumbled behind you as you searched for his cock. John tilted his head away from your ear as he watched your clumsy ministrations. You, frantically searched behind you.

“Desperate girl.” He chuckled over your shoulder.

“Please, daddy. I just. I wanna make it better.” Maybe you were desperate. You really couldn’t care because the thing your really needed was so close yet being shielded from you by fucking fabric. “John fucking help me.”

Wrong answer.

He pulled his fingers from you and rolled out of the bed. Your body followed as he stood up. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please just- can you just-” Frustration was not a strong enough word to describe your feelings.

“Lie on your stomach.”

“Huh?”

“I won't repeat myself.” You wouldn’t even give him the chance to repeat himself as you laid yourself flat on the bed.

“Hands behind your back.” You complied. Of course you did.

He gathered your wrists in his hand and ran his palm over the covered globe of your ass and you shivered at the touch. He yanked your panties down to your thighs and your newly exposed pussy fluttered at the change in temperature.

“Fucking gorgeous. God look at that little pussy. It's too bad though.” You couldn’t see what he was doing behind you but your hips twitched in anticipation.

Apologize. Yeah that’s what you should do. “Daddy, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you feel good.”

Smack.

An exhale left your lips that you didn’t even know you'd been holding. The pain hadn’t even fully begun before he dropped his palm onto the other cheek. You rocked your hips back in shock.

“You don’t like to listen, sweet girl. No. You don’t think, do you?” The sting was red hot on your ass and you somehow couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching. He pressed your hands into your back and forced you to arch for him. He ran a thumb down your dripping slit. He dipped the tip of the thumb, just barely, into the opening of your weeping center. You shifted your weight back, further into his touch, and let out a soft moan.

Smack.

You pressed forward into the bed hoping to run from the sting that blossomed on your ass.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whined.

“Sit still.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He let go of your hands and moved his own to the burning flesh that encompassed your ass. His hands squeezed and groped, kneaded, the plump fat that sat at your hips.

“Calm down, sweet girl.” He soothed. With a firm grip of your ass, he turned his thumbs inward, and pulled the stinging cheeks apart. His thumbs sat just above your drenched slit. He pursed his lips and pushed a drop of spit from his lips. It landed on your perineum and trickled its way into your opening. You tried to still your hips as your mind conjured a visual of the filthy act. The picture you painted in your head had you shivering.

“Are you gonna be good for me, love?”

“Yes, daddy.” You eagerly nodded your head against the pillow.

He hummed behind you as he kneeled above your trembling body. He grabbed your hips and tilted them upward, deepening the arch of your spine. He pressed his weight against you as he shifted his own hips forward. His underwear was gone. You could finally feel just how massive he was as he shifted his bare hips into yours. He pressed his cock down between the globes of your ass and he rocked his weight into you. A light whimper left your lips as you felt the girth that hung between his legs. He pressed his thumb onto his cock and sank it down into your wet heat.

The stretch was blinding as you forced yourself to calm your breathing and you felt him work your open on his cock. Your body shook as he made room for himself inside of you. It felt like the air had been pressed from your lungs.

“Oh god yes. Thank you, daddy.”

“Tight as a bloody vice.” A deep groan tumbled from his mouth as he dropped all of his body weight onto you. He let you adjust to his girth before he repositioned his arms and legs so he could support himself and fuck you proper. He pulsed his hips forward and you swear that you could feel him at your cervix. The kiss of his cockhead at your center sent a shiver through your body.

“So fucking deep, daddy.”

“Yeah I am.” He sighed quietly. He rocked his hips into you again and you keened. You reached your hand up to his, needing to hold onto something as you prepared for what was to come. His thrusts began to pick up speed as he fucked you into the mattress. The only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of his hips slapping into yours and your quick releases of air as he fucked into you. A ragged growl left his throat as he straightened his legs and grabbed your neck. It was a blur of colors and gasps as he shifted the two of you over. He laid on his back with your back to his chest and planted his feet firm into the mattress. He slipped a hand around your front and found your neglected clit. His hips met your ass with a fierce clap. The sounds that left your mouth were quick little yaps as he fucked up into you. The change in angles had you feeling him even deeper than before and you were about to start seeing stars.

You’d never been fucked like this. His hips shot upward and brought yours back down as they descended. The pressure of him driving into your aching pussy along with the tight, firm circles on your clit had you clenching tightly onto his cock. He was hitting all the right spots deep inside of you and taking care of your clit just the way you needed. All you could do was lay on top of him and take it as he basically used your body. His breathing had gone ragged as he pounded you.

“Daddy I-”

“What sweet girl? Is it too much for you?” He smirked, out of breath beneath you as he pounded into your pussy. He stopped the circular movements on your clit as he pulled his hand away from your body. A frustrated goan fell from your lips at their removal. The groan was short-lived as tight gasp replaced it. Price quickly dropped his hand back down onto your clit in a sharp slap.

“Oh my god.” You squeaked.

He chuckled behind you and did it again. The sting from his motion had melded perfectly with the pleasure of him digging into you. Your pussy tightened around him as the sensations of his actions pushed you closer to the edge. He brought his hand back down onto your puffy clit and sighed into your ear. The only thing that slipped from your mouth were the short moans that were being punched out of you as you took what he gave you.

“You gonna cum, sweet girl?” He taunted over your shoulder. His condescending tone had your pussy bearing down onto him.

“Fuck. I feel you tightening up on me.” His voice had started to sound almost surprised as he made you take him. He placed his hand back on your pussy and used his index finger to rub small, intense circles on your clit.

“I’m gonna cum, sweet girl. Where can I? Huh? Can I cum in you?” He ragged under you.

“Fuck yes. Yes, daddy. Yes.”

“You gonna let me fill you up? Huh?” He sounded absolutely feral. He applied firmer pressure to your clit as he groaned into your shoulder.

“Oh fuck, daddy” You threw your head back and dropped all of your weight onto him as you felt your release flood your system. Your back arched and your toes curled as you struggled to take air into your lungs. The intensity of the orgasm rendered you speechless and helpless as it washed upon you. Price’s movements grew sloppy as he tried to walk you through your release. You ground your hips into his as you rode out your high.

“Fucking shit.” You felt your captain throb inside of you as he emptied himself into your aching cunt. You felt the warmth grow inside of you as his seed flooded your warm walls.

He straightened out his legs and layed the two of you onto your sides. He left his softening cock inside of you as he wrapped an arm around your sweat drenched torso. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of your breaths syncing up as you laid there in bliss.

“Holy shit.” You panted.

“Mhm. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He sighed, breathlessly as he traced your senseless shapes onto your stomach.

“Yeah? Me too.” You smiled as you turned your head to partially face him.

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” His baby blues met your gaze.

“Because you’re a stubborn man.” A satisfied chuckle fell from his lips as he smiled at you.

“I guess so.”

A beat passed as the two looked into each other's eyes. Your breaths had fallen in sync with one another.

“You told your friend that you loved me.” Somehow, more warmth spreads across your face and your eyes widen and his smile grows.

“I- I do.” You said, meek as a mouse, as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have.

He leans over and places a soft, tender kiss to your lips. His lips feel surprisingly soft and only mildly chapped as they move against yours. He pulls back from you, breathless, as his eyes lock onto yours.

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

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