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toxicanonymity ยท 1 day ago
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Literally any smut with Tommy Miller. I know you have fics with both Joel and Tommy and some imagines with gym trainer/perv tommy but I was hoping you could do something with game or movie canon tommy, I've searched the depths of this app but to no avail! Preferably some jealousy or something dirty and filthy. I hope you're taking care of yourself as well, we need each other more than anything right now and I fully appreciate every bit of serotonin your amazing writing brings me and the rest of us who love you๐Ÿ’œ
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TOMMY MILLER X f!READER | WC: 1100
Warnings: 18+ jealous, unmarried patrol partner Tommy in Jackson, he's not exactly a gentleman, PIV, praise, pet names. You can't skip lunch. You just can't.
Notes: Tysm nonnie ๐Ÿ’œ love you too. I also have a dark post-outbreak Tommy here: birds of prey. It's in the raider universe but Joel's not in it.
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You had just sat down in the mess hall when a handsome stranger joined you. He was new in town and had dark blonde hair, lively brown eyes, and must have been In his thirties. In the corner of your eye, your patrol partner and friend Tommy puffed out his chest and walked toward the table without even getting his food first.
Tommy didnโ€™t look at you. He placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, looked the man in the eye, and wore a subtle sneer.
โ€œNot sure I caught your name, buddy. Iโ€™m Tommy.โ€
โ€œTate,โ€ the man replied and stuck out his hand, which appeared to get crushed based on how Tommy's forearm and wrist veins bulged.
Tommy sat down across from him with a smile. Tate chuckled, then turned to you. โ€œDonโ€™t think I caught your name either, sweetheart.โ€
Your face heated up, and Tommy watched you like a hawk as you unconsciously bit your lip and looked down, suppressing a smile. As soon as you looked at Tate and opened your mouth to tell him, Tommyโ€™s face darkened and he interrupted, โ€œSheโ€™s with me.โ€
Tate looked at you. โ€œAre ya?โ€
Your heart began to race, unsure what to say. โ€œWe normally eat together before patrol.โ€
โ€œThe more the merrier?โ€ Tate asked defiantly, then held up his hands like he was joking after Tommy stared him down.
As Tate walked away, Tommy muttered โ€œThatโ€™s a boy. You need a man.โ€
As you took in his words, your eyes fell on his swollen biceps, stretching his jeans shirt.
โ€œWhy do I need a man?โ€ You asked. โ€œYou know I can handle myself.โ€ As the words came out of your mouth, a montage moved through your head of all the times youโ€™d seen Tommy hunt or shoot. The time he mowed down three raiders on their way up the ridge, and yelled, โ€œWoo!โ€ as the last one fell to the ground.
โ€œSure, ya can,โ€ he winked, making your chest get all warm. โ€œI know ya take care of yourself, sugar.โ€
He looked you up and down with his eyes sparkling.
โ€œWhat?โ€ You asked.
He chuckled with half a smile, then lowered his voice. โ€œSometimesโ€ฆ.. ya look like ya could use a dick, is all.โ€
โ€œTommyโ€ you scolded him I a whisper, face burning, loins tingling.
โ€œNo?โ€ He asked.
You didn't answer.
"I'm observant," He shrugged. "That's why I'm the best patrol partner," he winked.
You squeezed your thighs together as he stood up to get some food. His back was so broad, and his jeans werenโ€™t particularly tight but the way they skimmed his thighsโ€“He glanced back and grinned to himself. Caught you looking. He didn't say anything, but he casually stretched like a slut, then took his time walking away.
โ€œOh my God,โ€ you mumbled into your hands as you covered your burning face. When he returned to the table, it took all your effort not to look at his crotch. You'd seen the bulge in his pants before and werenโ€™t immune to its effects.
You ate most of the meal in a silence thick with tension. Even the way his jaw moved when he chewed was making you wet.
โ€œCโ€™mon,โ€ he said right after finishing his drink.
โ€œItโ€™s not time,โ€ you protested.
โ€œGotta stop by my place,โ€ he explained. โ€œSomethinโ€™ I gotta take care of.โ€
As you left the dining hall, you passed Tateโ€™s table and he gave you a subtle smile and wave. Tommy put his arm around you.
Tommyโ€™s place smelled like him, like the day after a pinetree campfire. You sat down on the sofa to wait for him to do what he had to do. A buzz in your gut told you what it was.
Moments after he locked the door, he was sitting next to you, his thigh against yours. He took your chin in his hand and leaned in right away. He kissed you hungrily, humming โ€œMmm,โ€ into your mouth as he groped your thigh.
As soon as you kissed him back, he growled, โ€œCโ€™mere,โ€and pulled you into his lap, straddling him. He buried his head in your neck and murmured, โ€œWhatโ€™s a pretty girl like you doinโ€™ starving herself of cock, hmm?โ€ then pressed light kisses and nibbles into your neck that drove you crazy as he unbuttoned your shirt.
He slid his broad hand into your bra and thumbed your nipple as he kissed your neck. Then with both hands on your butt, he pulled you closer and you could feel all of him through his jeans. The warm throbbing of his stiff cock made you weak. He moved you against him for a couple of minutes, then slid his palm between your legs and whistled at your wetness soaking through the demin. โ€œOhh, Iโ€™m gonna stuff her full, sugar.โ€ He urgently thumbed the button to your jeans, and helped you take them off in a hurry.
You hovered over him and his knuckles rubbed against your cunt as he palmed himself, then undid his belt and jeans. The next thing you felt was the hot thwack of his fat, stiff cock against your mound.
โ€œFuck,โ€ you whispered.
He held his cock and shifted you onto it, and groaned as you sank down. With an upward thrust, he bottomed out, and the stretch felt so foreign and right. โ€œWhew,โ€ he looked at where your bodies were joined, then began to move you on him. โ€œKnew you were a tight little thing,โ€ he panted. His cheeks flushed under his freckles. โ€œGod Almighty,โ€ he sighed, fucking you from the bottom.
He held you tight and his hips were powerful and smooth as he thrust up into you. The rhythm hypnotized you and you lost your sense of time. You lost yourself in the pleasure, and let yourself moan.
โ€œGood girl,โ€ he praised you. โ€œTake it like ya need it, โ€ฆโ€™cause ya do.โ€
You rode him, savoring the stiff girth that was filling you to the brim. He encouraged you with a breathy, โ€œattagirl.โ€ He pulled down your bra and nosed our nipples and sucked your tits. He twitched inside you and cursed to himself, then abruptly lifted you off and came all over his shirt and yours.
โ€œFelt too good,โ€ he admitted. Your empty cunt spasmed faintly. "You gotta really let go next time if you wanna cum." He tucked himself away and fixed your hair. He gave you a long kiss, held you, and you put your head on his chest. He offered, โ€œor, I could, uhโ€“โ€
But the clock on the wall caught your eye, and you were startled by the time. Now yโ€™all would be late if you werenโ€™t careful.
โ€œMaybe later,โ€ you said.
He gave you a shirt of his to wear, and once both of you were cleaned up, you left for patrol.
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gabbytbll ยท 3 days ago
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KEN SATO PLS
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๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘ป๐‘ฌ'๐‘บ๐Ÿ’ญ: I HOPE U LIKE IT ANON this is my first post since I'm back! sorry guys i was just dealing with a lot and took some time off I'm coming back slowly but surely! My post schedule is going to be all over the place since I'm going to be rly busy (my writing probably got worse-) KEN SATO WILL BE OOC!!!!.
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๐€: ๐€๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž (๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ)
แฏ“โ˜… I feel like at the start he wouldn't be too good with aftercare since he's only ever done one-night stands. But once he starts to understand it he will try his hardest to make u comfortable.
๐: ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ (๐“๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ)
แฏ“โ˜… His hands are his favorite part of his body because it got him to where he is.
แฏ“โ˜… He loves your thighs the most, he loves how he can grab them and feel the fat on your thighs squish under his fingers plus he loves them as a pillow.
๐‚: ๐‚๐ฎ๐ฆ (๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฆ)
แฏ“โ˜… He doesn't want children yet so he would cum in your mouth since he doesn't want to waste his semen.
แฏ“โ˜… When he is ready for children though be ready cause he will cum in you multiple times just so you can get pregnant.
๐ƒ: ๐ƒ๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ
แฏ“โ˜… He used your panties to get off once because he didn't want to ask for your help.
แฏ“โ˜… He got off in the stadium bathroom once to your sex tapes with him after the game because of the adrenaline.
๐„: ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž (๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ? ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ?)
แฏ“โ˜… He is VERY experienced.
แฏ“โ˜… He definitely knows what he's doing to you, and he loves how he can make you squirt for him so easily.
๐…: ๐…๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
แฏ“โ˜… Well, he loves to see your face whenever you have sex so anything that he can see your face he loves.
แฏ“โ˜… He loves missionary the most though. (yes ik very classic)
๐†: ๐†๐จ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ฒ (๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐ž๐ญ๐œ.)
แฏ“โ˜… He can be goofy like make a small joke but he's mostly serious in bed.
แฏ“โ˜… Sometimes he could be in a certain mood, and he will joke/be sarcastic the whole time.
๐‡: ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ซ (๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ-๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ, ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ž๐ญ๐œ.)
แฏ“โ˜… He would be a little bit hairy because he's very busy so it would be hard to keep up with that.
แฏ“โ˜… But when he's not busy he would prefer to barley have any hair down there.
๐ˆ: ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ฒ (๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ)
แฏ“โ˜… I feel he can be very romantic on a date, but he would like a brat the whole time trying to impress you.
แฏ“โ˜… In the bedroom he can be romantic but he's more feral like then romantic, but he still takes care of you.
๐‰: ๐‰๐š๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ (๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐›๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง)
แฏ“โ˜… He has a high limbo, so he jacks off a lot and anywhere from his bedroom to the restaurant bathroom he does not care what happens.
๐Š: ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ค (๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ)
แฏ“โ˜… Bondage- He loves tying you up and doing anything u will let him do to you
แฏ“โ˜… Choking- He loves the feeling of his hand around your throat and how it makes you squirm
แฏ“โ˜… Rough Sex- He loves to be rough with you and watch you fall apart because of how good it is
แฏ“โ˜… Wax play- He LOVES to see the warm wax slowly move and trace your body with the wax
แฏ“โ˜… Cock warming- Sometimes he just wants to come home and feel you wrapped around him in your warm hole and relax and watch a movie with you
แฏ“โ˜… Blindfolding- His favorite thing to do is tease you while your blindfolded and watch u slowly break
๐‹: ๐‹๐จ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง (๐…๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ)
แฏ“โ˜… He loves to do it on his balcony the most he doesn't care who sees
แฏ“โ˜… He also loves the bedroom or kitchen to
๐Œ: ๐Œ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง (๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐จ๐ง, ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ )
แฏ“โ˜… Whenever you tease him it's like an automatic boner for him
แฏ“โ˜… He loves when you get snippy with him because he thinks it's hot
๐: ๐๐จ (๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐๐จ, ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ฌ)
แฏ“โ˜… He would never do something you don't want to do or if he thinks it's to dangerous even though u might want it
แฏ“โ˜… He hates the thought of you hurt or sad.
๐Ž: ๐Ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ (๐๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ž๐ญ๐œ.)
แฏ“โ˜… He likes giving you oral the most, but he doesn't mind receiving either.
แฏ“โ˜… His tongue is very dangerous he will have you shaking in pleasure before you know it.
๐: ๐๐š๐œ๐ž (๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก? ๐’๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ?)
แฏ“โ˜… He can be fast and rough whenever he needs to let off steam or if he feels like it.
แฏ“โ˜… SOMETIME'S, he goes slow and sensual because that's what you want
๐: ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ž (๐“๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ง, ๐ž๐ญ๐œ.)
แฏ“โ˜… He hates quickies he wants to do everything if he can.
แฏ“โ˜… Sometimes he might want a quickie even though he hates it because he's so needy.
๐‘: ๐‘๐ข๐ฌ๐ค (๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ž๐ญ๐œ.)
แฏ“โ˜… He LOVES to experiment with whatever u can think of or want to try.
แฏ“โ˜… He takes risks all the time he doesn't care what people think half the time.
๐’: ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š (๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญโ€ฆ)
แฏ“โ˜… He can last 4-5 rounds because he has such a good stamina.
แฏ“โ˜… He lasts around a good 15-20 minutes the first couple round.
๐“: ๐“๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ (๐ƒ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ? ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ? ๐Ž๐ง ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ?)
แฏ“โ˜… He doesn't own toys because he's confident in himself but if you want to use toys while you to have sec then he is ok with it.
แฏ“โ˜… He might let you use some sex toys on him.
๐”: ๐”๐ง๐Ÿ๐š๐ข๐ซ (๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž)
แฏ“โ˜… He's so unfair to you.
แฏ“โ˜… He loves to overstimulate you on a good day for him and tease you so bad you cry in frustration the next day.
๐•: ๐•๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž (๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐ž, ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž)
แฏ“โ˜… He's not very loud mostly grunts and soft moans in your ear.
แฏ“โ˜… He can be a bit loud if he overstimulates himself though.
๐–: ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐‚๐š๐ซ๐ (๐‘๐š๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง)
แฏ“โ˜… He left a vibrator in your pussy one day at a restaurant and wouldn't let you leave your seat, so you got caught by a worker who heard you.
๐—: ๐—-๐‘๐š๐ฒ (๐‹๐ž๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ)
แฏ“โ˜… He would be a good 6.5-7 inches and a bit thick, and his dick is curved to the right.
๐˜: ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  (๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž?)
แฏ“โ˜… His sex drive is really high almost every day you have sex unless he doesn't feel like it which don't happen much.
๐™: ๐™๐™๐™ (โ€ฆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ)
แฏ“โ˜… He falls asleep after he gets you taken care of then he falls asleep next to you cuddled up.
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lukalnst ยท 3 days ago
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I would like to ask which of the Alien stage characters would be their favorite type of Goth Girl and how they interact with the goth girl reader..
LUKA, MIZI, SUA & TILL WITH A GOTH!FEM READER
Contains: Luka, Mizi, Sua, Till (separately) / Goth reader / Fem pronouns for reader / Headcanons + some writing / Kisses / Lipstick kisses / Fluff
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Luka
Well, it wasn't something that he himself would try, but he wouldn't tell you to not dress like that.
Pretty much the opposite of what he looks like!
Still, you caught his attention. He hadn't seen anyone else dress the way you do, and do makeup the way you did.
So he just watches intently as you do your own makeup.
"That type of music is the most important part... I see."
He likes it when you tell him about the history of the Goth subculture. It actually intrigues him.
Luka just watched the way your hands moved as you finished applying some of the eyeshadow to do your own makeup. He was observing many things, actually; mostly the way you brushed the makeup onto your eyes and the way your hands moved when you did it.
He had done makeup before, but it didn't turn out as well as when you did it. Perhaps you could teach him some other time โ€” just in a way that fits his appearance more.
Luka carefully approached you and seemed to be scanning every part of you. From your hair to your clothes, he just looked at you, thinking of ways he could compliment you in some way.
Before he could open his mouth to say something, you planted a kiss on his lips, which left a stain on his lips. His eyes widened slightly; what a rare sight.
"What... was that for?" He questioned you.
You just smiled at him. You were so gorgeous, so beautiful both with and without makeup. "I'm not done yet, I think I put too much lipstick on. Perhaps I should..."
Mwah.
His face seemed to warm up slightly as you kissed the corner of his lips, but at the same time, both of you knew that this was just the start.
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Mizi
"Haaaah...? That's so cool!"
That was pretty much her reaction the first time she saw you using your signature makeup and clothes.
She was beyond amazed โ€” you looked so completely and utterly adorable!
"Mizi โ€” hey!" You protested as she gently pinched your cheek. She was quick to plant a kiss on it, too. But you couldn't blame her! You simply looked so adorable that she just had to.
She positioned her hands so she could be pinching both of your cheeks. She smiled happily at you, and then laughed to herself.
"You're so adorable! How come I've never seen you like this before?" She leaned in closer to you. You weren't sure to show this side to anyone else because you knew people were judgemental. Still, you knew you could show this side of yourself to Mizi.
"You... you don't have to kissโ€”" You were immediately cut off as Mizi placed her lips against yours. She had stained a bit of your lipstick on her own lips, but she didn't care.
"You have more outfits like this, right? I wanna see all of them!" She laughed softly to herself.
Well, if Mizi wanted to see them... who were you to deny her?
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Till
Well, he was used to seeing people with alternative styles, so he wasn't shocked or anything of the sort.
He thought it was cool, actually!
Didn't know if he would try it himself, though.
He couldn't pull it off as amazingly as you.
"Woah. You're really good at that makeup thing."
Talking about things that involved makeup wasn't exactly Till's forte...
He could barely do anything on himself, as when he tried to even apply eyeliner on sometimes, he'd just mess it up, and it would end up looking oddly.
So, obviously, he admired you and your skills. That was a given as he had no skills when it came to that area.
"That's kinda cool," His words seemed pretty genuine. "I like your clothes. They're nice." He admitted. He knew that if he said too much, you'd probably end up teasing him, so he preferred to keep things to himself.
You smiled at him. "Is that all you're going to say?" Your words were filled with a playful tone.
His face seemed to warm up, and a soft shade of pink covered his face. "No! I mean โ€” you look very pretty, very gorgeous or whatever. I don't really care..." He managed to stutter out.
Ah, it was going to be a long day for him. You'd probably tease him for the rest of the day of what he had just said.
... But at least, he'd be teased by a gorgeous girl.
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Sua
She had tried makeup on herself before, but the way you did it was much more neatly done than the way she did it on herself.
Much like Till, she admires you.
"... That's pretty nice, you're pretty too."
Perhaps you two could practice makeup on each other.
You were getting dressed as Sua suggested you lay down so she could do your makeup. She had read a few articles about how to do it, so she probably could do it.
She showed you a set of pictures, then asked which one you liked most. You chose one of them, and then she sat down on your lap as she was careful to apply the makeup onto your skin.
After a few minutes, she was done. You looked at yourself in the mirror โ€” she had done an amazing job! It was her first time, too. She just smiled proudly at herself as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
"Pretty cute, isn't it? But you're beautiful always." She said, softly wrapping her arms around you as you continued to look at yourself. She planted a soft kiss on your shoulder and then she whispered.
"You'll always be beautiful in my eyes."
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swrkn ยท 1 day ago
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glad to see a new writer for wb manhwa and i already love ur oliver fic ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป since ur req open can i request for hyuk with his highschool crush (&& preferably fem!reader) thankyeww!!
Between The Lines
Highschool!hyuk x highschool!fem!reader
Genre ; sfw , fluff
Author note ; Thanks for the compliment :)) I think i will probably do a part 2 fort this fic , since the end is kinda an open one. English is not my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes, my request are still open !!
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Hyuk wasn't exactly what you'd call a model student. He spent most of his time in the back of the classroom, head down, doodling in the margins of his notebook or staring out the window. School was just a thing to endure until the day was over.
But lately, his gaze had been lingering on someone else : Y/n
She sat a few seats ahead of him, always focused, her pencil moving gracefully across her notebook. She wasn't the type to cause a scene or demand attention, but Hyuk noticed her in everything she did. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought, the way she always make a little smile when she answers a question correctly, little things that most people probably donโ€™t notice.
Hyuk though? He noticed everything.
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One day after school, Hyuk stayed behind, pretending to look for something in his desk, but in reality, he was waiting for Y/n. She was always one of the last to leave, making sure her notes were perfect before packing up.Sure enough, she was still there, flipping through her textbook, her brow slightly furrowed.
"Hey, Y/n," Hyuk said casually, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.
She looked up, quit surprised. "Oh, Hyuk. What's up?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "You're pretty good at math, right? I'm kinda stuck on this problem." It wasn't a total lie-math wasn't exactly his strong suit. But more than anything, he just wanted an excuse to talk to her.
Y/n tilted her head, a small smile forming. "Math? Didn't think you'd ask for help with that."Hyuk shrugged, leaning against her desk. "Figured you'd be the best person to ask."
She laughed softly and moved her chair over to make room. "Alright, show me what you ve got."
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They spent the next half hour going over equations and formulas. Y/n was patient with him, explaining things in a way that actually made sense to Hyuk. Everytime he got something right, she'd give him an encouraging nod or a quick "See? You're getting it."
Hyuk found himself more focused than he'd ever been in class. Not because of the math, but because of her. As they worked, he couldn't help but notice little things: the faint scent of her shampoo, the way her lips pursed slightly when she was thinking.
At one point, their hands accidentally brushed as she reached for his notebook. Y/n didn't seem to notice, but Hyuk's heart skipped a beat.
"See? It's not so hard once you break it down," Y/n said, tapping the page with her pencil.
Hyuk nodded, trying to act like he wasn't completely distracted. "Yeah, thanks. I guess I just needed a good teacher." Y/n smiled, a little embarrassed, "Happy to help you out."
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As they packed up to leave, Y/n glanced at him. "You know, you're not as bad at this as you think. You just need to put in the effort."
Hyuk smirked. "Guess I'll have to ask for your help more often, then."
She laughed, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Well, if you're serious, I'll be at the library after school tomorrow. Feel free to stop by."
Hyuk felt a surge of excitement. "Yeah? Alright, maybe I will."
They walked out of the classroom together, the hallway quiet and bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. For once, Hyuk didn't mind the idea of spending more time in school. If it meant getting to know Y/n a little better, he was all in.
And maybe, just maybe, he'd learn more than just math along the way.
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I really think im gonna do a second part , let me know what you guys think !
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mind-intheclouds342 ยท 2 hours ago
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Do it for them- Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 15 - Next
The day of the rescue was getting closer and closer, with only a week left.ย 
And it was that day when you woke up in the middle of the night hearing Anya's whimper.ย 
Those last few weeks, you had settled in the nursery, just in case something unexpected happened with her pregnancy, so they would have everything on hand for her labor.
Anya: "It hurts!! It hurts a lot-!"
"You're doing well, Anya, hang in there a bit longer."
You said calmly with a smile on your lips, quickly giving her some painkillers, hoping that would relieve her.ย 
Soon Swansea and Daisuke were there to help her.ย 
Daisuke brought hot water and some towels.
Swansea brought all the possible pillows to make Anya comfortable, and stayed by her side holding her hand so she could hold onto something during the process.ย 
Curly could only witness the moment and how everyone was helping; he would have loved to be able to do something in a situation like that, but he was just a burden.ย 
"I can see the head, Anya, you're doing well, keep it up!"
Anya: "TAKE THAT OUT FOR ME PLEASE!!"
Swansea: "AAHG! HOW DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH STRENGTH!"
Daisuke: "AHH! WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING??"
"STOP SCREAMING!"
Everyone fell silent when a loud cry was heard in the room, you breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the worst was over.ย 
You heard a loud thud, realizing that Daisuke had fainted.ย 
You couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds; you were the one covered in blood with a baby in your arms, and he fainted. You still had to cut the cord and make sure the placenta had come out completely.ย 
Swansea: "If you allow me to ask... What is it??"
With a cloth, you were wiping the baby's blood.ย 
"She is a girl"
You looked at Anya, waiting for some kind of response from her, watching as she started making sounds, a mix between laughter and crying.ย 
Anya: "I can't... I can't see her... Please don't bring it closer to me... I don't want to hear it anymore..."ย 
She covered her eyes with her arms.ย 
Swansea: "Give it to me"
The man extended his hands towards you and you looked at him curiously, handing over the girl who was still crying loudly, and upon feeling the contact with the man's chest, the warmth of human kindness, she gradually calmed down.
Swansea stood up to leave the room, with the baby in her arms, she wanted Anya to have a moment of peace.ย 
You helped her clean herself first, find a more comfortable place to rest, change her clothes, and make sure her signs were okay, that she wasn't losing more blood than she should.ย 
"How did it feel?"
Anya: "...The head was the worst... But... Then I felt an enormous relief..."
"Do you think you'll be able to breastfeed her? We don't have anything to give him milk otherwise."
Anya: "...I would prefer... Not seeing her nor touching her..."
"Then we will find a way"ย 
You were extremely focused on her well-being, touching her forehead and noticing she had a slight fever, you let her rest on a stretcher with a cold cloth on her forehead.ย 
You sat on Curly's cot, both of you watching her sleep.ย 
"...They say the moment a mother gives birth is beautiful, but... It's not true, it's exhausting, it's painful, it leaves you with scars, your body won't be the same. The only thing that makes it beautiful is... That you gave life to a child you actually wanted... That... It would mean that Anya only went through horrible pain... As if it were a surgery, removing a tumor that only harms you."
You murmured and looked at your husband, slowly lying down beside him, surprising him, you planned to sleep there with him, as you used to.ย 
"You still want children, right?"
He didn't say anything, he just looked at your face.ย 
"...Me too"
You answered him to turn your back and try to sleep.ย 
The next day, you and Daisuke couldn't help but burst out laughing when you saw the solution Swansea had given Anya so she wouldn't have to breastfeed the baby.
Swansea: "Laugh as much as you want! But this was the only way I had to feed my eldest son when his mother couldn't!"
Swansea had a latex glove with Anya's milk stuck to his shirt, with a small hole in one of the fingers through which Polly was suckling, nestled against the man's chest.
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semi-daily-vitamin-soyo ยท 2 days ago
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He smiles as he hears Aki talk about Nozomi
It reminded him of the joy he had when gushing about his now missing girlfriend.
Ah, the joys of young love.
"That's wonderful to hear. And for that not wanting to get too close to your idols to preserve your image of them, I completely understand. It's the main reason why I didn't want to get too close to Haruka despite Minori's insistence. Looking back, I probably should have." he softly sighs.
"Personally, I prefer planetarium dates, but aquarium dates aren't that bad too."
"Poor hoodie." Miku comments. "But at least you managed to match with her for a bit. I bet she must have so much to talk about you. Probably she'll say the same about you."
"You two really are a perfect fit, especially in music. I bet you eventually ended up completing each other's sentences at one point."
He grips his hand tight. "I'll be sure to tell Nozomi everything you said about her."
"So... I know we don't have much time left, but is there anything you want to know about my past? The happy parts at least."
"In other words, you got him feeling all nostalgic."
there was a semi-frantic knock before she ran into the pharmacy, keeping her injured arm in the sleeve of her newfound bear zip-up.
โ€œIs Kiyoi here? Or- or Minori? Itโ€™s important- tell them itโ€™s Aki- Akko. Akko Mitsuki. โ€œ
she could feel her wound bleeding a little once more. She strained herself to get here.
- Aki, @Pharmacity-weekly
Kiyoi frantically openes the door, only to come face to face with Akko, who had a noticeable sling around her arm.
She looked more disorganised and disheveled than usual, almost as if something traumatic happened to her
Something that involved her arm.
She did something stupid, didn't she?
He steps aside to allow her to enter "Please come in and have a seat. Sorry if it feels lonely here. Kanade has some stuff to do at the Untitled Pharmacy and Minori just left for her office."
"I can feel something is extremely wrong with her."
"You and me both, Miku."
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alienoresimagines ยท 6 months ago
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Curt, drunk: It's so annoying how Buck is good at everything. There's got to be something he's terrible at.
Brady: Maybe he's a bad kisser.
Bucky, also drunk: No, he's really good at that too.
The 100th: ...
The 100th: WHAT?!
*30 seconds later*
Curt, stepping on a table with a grin : Alright people, pay up!
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onrainynights ยท 28 days ago
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I'm about to be so annoying btw
#by this I mean I'm going to talk about my job until it's no longer new and exciting sorry guys#but this is literally the first good thing to happen to me in MONTHS#shit has been so bad like SO unbelievably bad for a WHILE#like. not only do I have a job (!!!!!!) but it actually seems like a really good fit for me and what I need#like. the hours aren't horrible and in fact I could stand to have more of them#the pay isn't *good* but it's not the worst I've ever made for sure#the work environment though... that's where it gets me. because I get to just be one guy in a store interacting with customers and literally#nobody else#for most of my workday#like. no small talk except for with customers. no learning about my coworker's stupid life. no trying to get along with someone for the sake#of work#like. I just get to be alone and sell shit and when it's slow I get to organize shit like. hello??? yes please#I don't have to be micromanaged because I'm literally alone. like. god I'm so excited#plus it's similar to work I've done before. so. yay#I do really like the coworker I've met before though. he's very sedate and has excellent customer service.#which I know bc every time my mom shops there and he's the one working he's very genial and nice#definitely good at his job. but I wouldn't be surprised if he was getting high in the back or something lmao#he's just so calm ive never met a dude more chill like. he seems like the exact opposite of anxious#and then my other coworker I haven't met yet but I'm sure she's fine.#I do like my boss though! and she's only my boss until they get another manager bc she's actually the manager at another location too#she's just filling in here while they look for another manager#but I like her she was extremely up-front and no-nonsense and plainly stated exactly what she needs from an employer#employee*#which is honestly such a relief like my last job I felt like I had no clue what people wanted from me and it was horrible#but this seems better so far#also I know for a fact I beat out two other people who had interviews the same day and I was so much the preferred choice#that she didn't even wait to decide or anything#she called me like a few hours after my interview ended like. that 3rd person left and she immediately hired me instead lol#which I have to admit does feel good after so long feeling inadequate and unhirable.#I am more hirable than at least two people. so THERE
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manslaught ยท 2 days ago
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she doesn't look at her, afraid that she'll only be met with pity in tai's eyes, and that's not what she was looking for when she decided to tell her the truth. mikayla focuses on the ground instead, scowling as she lifts her shoulders in a shrug, letting out a sigh. โ€œ he doesn't want his daughter to be a loser. โ€ he doesn't want his daughter to be a lot of things, she almost adds, but she's not ready to admit everything, preferring not to talk about it at all. but she has already hinted to tai before about how important soccer was to him, how she only played it because he made her. she lifts her head, straightening her shoulders, slinging her jacket over her injured arm in an attempt to cover the bruise without having to put it back on entirely. โ€œ it just feels like a bruise. i'm used to it. โ€ because he'd give her them all the time, honestly, but it could easily be blamed on the fights she gets herself into, so mikayla doesn't feel like she's admitting too much.
mikayla could understand that, at least. weeks ago, when her rib first got broken, she was too distracted by the pain of losing taissa to even care about the actual physical damage in her chest. her hand drifts to the side of her chest, wondering for the first time in three days if maybe the crash slowed down the healing process even more, but she hardly cares. she can't help it, the way her face softens at tai's question, because she's too exhausted to stop herself from looking at her the way she had for months. โ€œ you could never look like shit, โ€ she says softly, like it should be obvious. โ€œ youโ€” โ€ still look beautiful, but she has enough tact to know she's not allowed to tell her things like that anymore, so she goes for something else. โ€œ you just have, umโ€” โ€ mikayla steps closer, aware that tai could and probably should shove her away, but if tai's really that concerned with her appearance, at least mikayla can help with that. she brings her thumb to her own mouth, wetting her finger before she carefully brings it to tai's wound, wiping at the dried blood, forced to think about all the times tai had touched her scar, how it was the only time mikayla didn't entirely hate the mark on her eyebrow. once the blood is gone, she drops her hand back to her side, clearing her throat. โ€œ it's better now. โ€
she desperately wants to correct her, tell her that she never got over her, that she's not sure if she ever will, but mikayla knows she can't, so she just glances away, inhaling sharply. she doesn't let herself think too far into tai saying the same thing back, because it doesn't mean anythingโ€” it's just tai not being heartless, because mikayla's sure she still hates her. โ€œ now can we keep walking? โ€ she asks again in an attempt to drop the subject.
sheโ€™s caught off guard by her wordsโ€” both by what she said and that she actually gave her an answer at all. ย  her brows furrow, head leaning back as she looks her over for a moment. ย  โย  what the fuck?ย  โž ย  she asks,ย  disgusted not by her,ย  but by him.ย  ย  it leaves her with more questions,ย  but itโ€™s clear now that she has to follow her lead. ย  โย  why the fuck would he sayโ€”ย  do that?ย  โž ย  she asks,ย  taking a step closer,ย  looking down at her arm again.ย  she frowns,ย  looking back up at mikayla,ย  wishing that she could ask her again if sheโ€™s okay so that mikayla could truly break down to her if thatโ€™s what she needs,ย  but sheโ€™s scared sheโ€™s going to keep shutting her out.ย  โย  iโ€™mโ€ฆ sorry. ย  thatโ€™s so fucked up,ย  โž ย  she says quietly,ย  shaking her head,ย  remembering how annoyed she was with her own fatherโ€™s last words to herโ€”ย  and they were all positive.ย  it makes her feel horrible now.ย  โย  does it hurt?ย  โž ย  she asks,ย  because itโ€™s easier to ask that rather than asking her if she can do anything.
โย  i havenโ€™t really been thinking about it.ย  been kind of distracted,ย  โž ย  she answers simply,ย  bringing her hand back to the wound again and shrugging. ย  โย  iโ€ฆ havenโ€™t looked at it,ย  โž ย  she admits, too afraid of her own reflectionโ€” of seeing something that doesnโ€™t look like the perfect version of herself sheโ€™d always been so careful about.ย  she gulps,ย  glancing back at mikayla shyly. ย  โย  do i look like shit?ย  โž ย  she asks quietly,ย  almost immediately regretting it,ย  because while she doesnโ€™t expect mikayla to say yesโ€”ย  sheโ€™s not ready to hear whatever the alternative is.ย  ย  she rolls her eyes and waves her off.ย  โย  okay,ย  mikayla,ย  just because you got over me doesn't mean i think you wanted me dead,ย  โž ย  she mutters,ย  trying not to get caught up in her words and whatever else mikaylaโ€™s thinking. ย  but when she meets her eyes again,ย  she gulps, because she knows she canโ€™t not say the same thingโ€”not when itโ€™s been weighing on her so heavily.ย  โย  iโ€™m glad youโ€™re okay, too,ย  โžย  she whispers,ย  her eyes on the ground,ย  not allowing herself to get too emotional about any alternative.
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ambrosiagourmet ยท 8 months ago
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Every time I revisit chapter 86 and the events right after the group talks Marcille down, I'm always struck by this bit here:
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In particular, how similar it is to this:
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The Winged Lion ate the same desire in both of them, more or less (I'm sure there are some nuances in both flavor and intent, but they are clearly similar things here). The Lion basically used this technique to kill Thistle, and for Marcille it was... not insignificant, but something she and her friends overcame without even fully realizing it was an obstacle.
I feel like this is another small piece of the story that shows how important support and love are - in navigating mental illness, in dealing with abuse or addiction, or in working through any other similar struggle that can be read into the Lion and his eating of desires.
It almost feels like Marcille was able to borrow the desires of her friends. She loves them and she trusts them, so even when she didn't have a desire to free herself from the Lion, the care they had for her well being still mattered to her.
It's the same thing later, with her hair.
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She isn't able to notice the way her messy hair is making things harder, let alone do anything about it. But when Chilchuck points it out and then braids it back for her...
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It's better. She likes it, things are easier now. Even though it isn't a desire she can feel for herself, it's not something that doesn't effect her. And because her friends care - because they know her well enough to notice the difference - she is given the chance to have a preference and to ask for their help.
We can obviously see some parallel ideas here with Mithrun and Kabru as well, but I'd also like to point out that Thistle gets this grace, too. Thistle, who had no one to help him up once he lost his will to resist, or to encourage him to find new desires once the Lion ate them all.
Thistle says he doesn't need anything, anymore...
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But he is given an apology anyways.
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It is not a kindness he desires. It is not a kindness he is able to ask for.
But it is a kindness that helps. It is a kindness that matters.
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bi-writes ยท 7 months ago
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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)
just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.
it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.
and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.
maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.
you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.
or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.
because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.
so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.
"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"
"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."
"tha' right?"
"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.
"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"
not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.
"h-how to be a good girl."
and you think you feel him smile.
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subbmissivesuccubus ยท 8 months ago
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Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.
Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.
Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.
You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.
You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:
A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream. "Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."
Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed. "Are you trying to piss me off even more?"
Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."
Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled: "I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."
Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice: "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" You froze, body trembling. Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat. "Good girl."
Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking. "It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."
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ednaeflowers ยท 18 hours ago
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Never having a problem with material items, Edna is not very materialistic, so she cannot quite understand Yuri's brother geeking outโ€”but she does understand that those things must've fascinated him all the same. Since they're such bumpkins, Sorey and Mikleo did that all the time, after all. Eizen was like that too. He loved learning about the world; cared a lot about the rich knowledge the past had to offer, how old artifacts held lots of significance about the evolution of the world and whatever else he liked rambling about. Edna admittedly never understood most of it, given how young she'd been at the time, but she at least knew that it was important to her brother and that was why she even listened in the first place. Maybe Yuri was like that too with his brother: not really understanding the whys in particular, but was still supportive because it made the person happy.ย 
When she was younger, Edna ... still wasn't good at conveying herself with words. She preferred to help Onii-chan with anything he had to do so that she could be useful; she picked up pretty flowers to make flower crowns to give him as gifts; she followed him around when she didn't want to be alone. Words were just too hard for her. The wrong words could lead to misunderstandings, and actions seemed more practical to her. But even then, perhaps her lack of contact with more than one person had kept her sheltered in a way. There are times when Edna deliberately presents herself as cold and curt, but there have also been times she accidentally came off too cruel and callous. Sorey had been a victim to that and while she did sincerely apologized, it had left a regretful feeling in Edna's heart.
This is why she wanted to stay quiet about her brother. Yuri probably doesn't even know how dragons are so dangerousโ€”after all, dragons are something that seraphim are familiar withโ€”but at the same time, Edna didn't just want to cry and leave him with nothing. She didn't even want to cry to begin with, but the damage has been done, and there's no turning back now. With how he patiently listens to her, he does sort of remind her of Onii-chan in a way. โ› ย He sounds like a weirdo, ย โœ she softly remarks, lightheartedly, โ› ย but that's why he had you to look out for him, I guess. ย โœ Even though she's younger, she sometimes had to scold Onii-chan to get back on track whenever he geeked out a little too much.ย 
She has to pause for a moment upon Yuri's insistence. Edna had thought he'd back away if she volunteered to fix the mess by herself. Even though he came here to Rayfalke for official business, she had thought, for a brief moment, that he would eventually see no more reason to come back here once the looters problem has been resolved. His job is done, so his business here should be done too, right? But thinking back to their entire conversation, back from when they had started this whole trip up the mountains, the more she found herself not caring anymore. True, this is the first time they've met, but they already found some common ground with each other about ... brothers. About family. And to Edna, she values family because 'family' gave her life meaning. It's nice to talk with someone who also has that same sentiment.ย 
โ› ย Yeah, this is definitely a human problem I shouldn't have to deal with, ย โœ she comments grumpily, sniffling again. He really does have a point anyway, so she supposes Yuri will just have to play janitor for a while. He is clearly stubborn to help and while she'd normally take the opportunity to tease about it, Edna's too emotionally tired to do so right now, but when she hears him agree to bring flowers the next day, she is about to give him a genuine thank youโ€”
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Edna blinks upon feeling herself get tugged, then ... A hug? She blinks again, confused. Sure, Lailah's given her a hug before when they reunited for Sorey's journey, but that was a hug from Lailah, not...ย 
She doesn't return the hug, but she doesn't shove him away either. Yuri seems as tall as him, she notices absently, lowering her umbrella a bit to accommodate the position. Eizen's the only male she lets touch her with all of her trust. She is still awkward whenever Mikleo touches her, and now Yuri is the third male in her life to touch her. Hugs from Onii-chan were so long ago, Edna is starting to forget them. Mikleo's never actually hugged her before, so she doesn't have much for a recent frame of reference, but ... It's comforting. Yuri's hug is tentative. It's not a hug that oversteps anything, just something that wanted to comfort her. She can tell that much.ย 
When he lets her go, Edna says knowingly, โ› ย Lailah will know how to send a letter through the Turtlez. They deliver mail for us seraphim. ย โœ When he starts leaving, she takes her umbrella to shield her face first before raising her voice a little: โ› ย Yuri. I'll only say it once: thanks. ย โœย 
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Being a seraph means sleep is not a necessity, so Edna had spent the rest of her day mourning after Yuri had departed. After taking a walk around the mountain to clear her mind, she had mainly spent time at her brother's grave. She left those holes alone to honor Yuri's words, but the sight of them still annoyed her, so she stayed at the edge of the clifftop and kept watch as time passed to this current day. Yesterday's events still took a toll on her emotionally, so Edna takes today's walk on the mountain again, keeping a watchful eye out for more looters. Miraculously, there are none. She would've set up traps beforehand, but that would also affect Meebo and Yuri if they come by, so she decides against it. Those 'natural' disasters yesterday must've gotten through to those losers anyway.ย 
Edna continues mourning after her walk, now seated on a rock nearby the grave to stare at the scenery, only turning around when she hears noises behind her. She quietly watches Yuri keep his word and fix the holes with a shovel he brought along. He even got the orchid flowers she wanted... He really did come back and found those flowers within the day... If all humans had his sense of honor, maybe she'd hate them a little less.
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โ› ย What's that? ย โœ she softly asks, walking over to him. She hasn't cried ever since he left yesterday, so her eyes aren't as pink and sore anymore to hide. Staring at the item he left in front of the grave, she tilts her head. It looks like a ... statue? โ› ย You know, you didn't have to get this, right? Could've spent your money on something you actually need. ย โœ She stares at it again. Is it a small mountain? She wonders how long it took him to find it because she doubts he could've carved it himself given all the physical movement he did yesterday. Accounting the time it must've taken to hike back up here and the time to find those flowers, he definitely bought it. He bought this for her. He bought this for her brother.
โ› ย Leaving a mountain on a mountain, though. Clever, ย โœ she quips, just to maintain some sort of lighthearted atmosphere. Just because she stopped crying doesn't mean she is over it yet. Now that he fixed up the holes, she does feel a little better, but ... โ› ย So, on a scale of one to ten, how sore are your legs today? ย โœ
When it came to crying, she must have been like him. Always bothered by the idea of others seeing it, even though it meant... nothing, really. It was as if Yuri was okay with showing any other emotion except... sadness. He remembered the day Jiri died, the way his vision blurred and he got up and left the room. The way he was the last person before Hanks to stay with her until she died. Even at that time, being willing to show sadness was... difficult.
Perhaps it was because Edna had always been alone. Because there had never really been anyone around her that she felt she could trust to know her feelings. To see her feelings in their rawest form. On the other hand, Yuri had always been sort of the... "group leader". Always feeling like he had to be strong for everyone. Like he had to watch out for everyone. He had worried back then about showing negative emotions. Worried the other boys would feel unsafe and less secure. As the years went on and he had started raising more younger orphans, he didn't want to let them see him like that.
While Yuri couldn't say he understood the concept of becoming a dragon, he still understood that it was not a good fate from her story. Before he turned into a dragon, he was truly a person. Full of personality, a family even if perhaps only of one, someone who was beloved by that person. As if becoming that dragon made him lose all of that. It was... a shame that they were not like the Entelexeia. Beings who were not human, but transformed into another life form as evolution. Became spirits like a next phase of life. Dragons here... didn't seem to be like that.
He gave an "mm" of agreement at her statement. Indeed, Yuri couldn't help thinking of Jareth either when things weren't... going well. Still, he managed a small chuckle. "Yeah... My brother had this phase not long before he died... He geeked out about material belongings that he could finally afford. Honestly, it was weird and concerning to me, because it wasn't like him. He was one of us. Poor, thrifty, just happy to have whatever we had. But... it must've also been a wild, mind blowing thing to him to have shiny, well crafted things. Even the little kids were amazed. I was worried at the time, but... I also... can't blame him for feeling that way just because I wouldn't. And like I had said at the time... he could spend his money how he wanted to."
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Back then he'd truly been concerned, but when he got older... he understood. Sure, it really wasn't like him, but... it was new to him, and for him, it also could've meant... having money. Having a living. Being able to get away from just struggling to survive. Barely getting by. He saw a future in some form of wealth. Saw a future by everyone in the Lower Quarter moving out and finding a new place to stay together. The nobles abused that desire... and it was the nobles he despised for that. For leading Jareth astray until the boy's hope became desperation out of concern for everyone's safety.
Though they'd just met, he did feel... at least something of a connection with Edna. There was something there. Anyone he passed by he wouldn't wish sadness or suffering upon, but he didn't know most people's lives. Their stories. Their history. When he finally did hear someone's - Edna's - it had little details that made Yuri think of his own life. Both the good and the bad.
"You could fix it with your powers, but... that was made by humans. I just think... it should be a human who fixes a human's mess. It shouldn't be your job to fix what humans did here." His gaze returned to the now covered holes, the dirt clearly moved after having settled for a long time. He really did need to speak to Harry about this. Just because this was a foreign land didn't give anyone the right to be borderline grave digging and robbing. If Harry wouldn't do something about it, Raven no doubt would, or Raven would convince Harry to.
Bring flowers, she said... He'd probably need some direction, but he could search for some. This place was still unfamiliar territory, but he didn't like the idea of not fulfilling her request. Of... coming back to fix the holes and not leaving the flowers. Red orchid... He could probably search tomorrow before coming back up the mountain. Going back down would be easier, but there was no way he would be able to take another whole trip back up and down the mountain today. Tomorrow was his only chance for a while though. After tomorrow, his legs would be highly sore from the trips. There was no way even his body would be able to pull off another trip up this mountain so soon.
"Yeah... I'll ask around since I'm not too familiar with the location, but... I'll look for some." He paused, then sighed. This was... possibly a bit much. Overstepping, even. They were essentially strangers. Regardless though, he couldn't... just leave her to feel so alone and helpless at what had happened once he had to leave for the day. So he lightly, gently, and with little pressure pulled her closer. The lightest hug he could manage to keep her from feeling overwhelmed, and light enough for her to reject it and back away. Nothing overly familiar that might make her uncomfortable. Just... something so she knew he didn't take any of this lightly. So she didn't seem like just another assignment for his job, and someone he just felt sorry for along the way. While he had to keep his job in mind, this was... a bit more than that now.
He was careful, gentle, when he pulled back to speak. "Not sure when I'll be back tomorrow, but it's gonna be a bit of a trip like today, so... I won't be able to come back for a fair bit. Unfortunately the limitations of human bodies means my legs are gonna hate me after tomorrow. I can hang out for a bit, but otherwise, after that... when I come back for that festival in Ladylake, I'll look for one of your friends. See if they can get a hold of you somehow so you can go with us."
All that was left was for him to give her his farewells until tomorrow. After getting down the mountain, it would be getting late. He'd have to turn in pretty quickly after, if he wanted to make sure he had time tomorrow to get everything done and get back down before it was late. There was no reason to fill Karol and Judith in since they would be staying at the same inn despite their different assignments, so he could at least square away his plans for tomorrow with them.
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Searching for the flowers hadn't been too difficult once he'd asked around among the nearby residents. Karol and Judith had offered to help, but given what happened yesterday, Yuri preferred to work on Edna's request by himself. Unfortunately Judith needed Ba'ul today again too though, which meant Yuri was still on his own for the mountain climb. If he were to ever come back here if Edna wanted visitors, Ba'ul would be... helpful. Certainly, very helpful. Given the climb though, Yuri preferred not to have Repede have to go up the mountain with him. Even for Repede, it was a lot. For today too, he'd be with Karol on Karol's assignment.
Thankfully there was no sign of the looters on the way back up. Earlier today, Yuri had heard some rumor going around about the mountain being "cursed", so the guys Edna had spooked yesterday had probably started gossiping about their experience. Most likely though, it would keep people away now at least. At the very least, the foreigner groups.
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As promised though, he laid the flower bunch at the front of the grave, followed by poking at the dirt with the shovel he'd bought to fix the uneven coverings. There wasn't much need to redo a lot of it, but he did make sure to redo the edges and make sure the tops were patted down properly. Once everything looked okay, Yuri pulled out the carved sculpture of a mountain he'd purchased while checking the market for a shovel, placing it against the grave with the flowers.
It was no artifact, but it was clearly crafted with care and quite possibly based on this mountain. His chances of finding a real, genuine artifact were slim, and a real one being sold at any market would cost more than he could afford. Something like that would be doable if he was a on job from Ioder, but that wasn't the case right now. For now... this was what he could do, and it wasn't likely any looter would be up here again any time soon.
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makoodles ยท 1 year ago
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ใƒŸmy daddy didn't love me so i guess i've moved onto you
๐Ÿ“ pairing: captain john price x fem reader
๐Ÿ“ tags: nsfw, daddy kink, undefined age gap, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, rough(?) sex, both reader and price have a daddy kink that they indulge in with very little discussion, allusions to reader having a bad relationship with her father (but nothing concrete), price uses a lot of pet names for reader and also calls himself daddy several times
title is inspired by the song peter bogdanovich by my queen CMAT
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If thereโ€™s one thing you know, itโ€™s that youโ€™re damn good at your job.
You have to be in order to survive in this ridiculous goddamn base. There are protocols to be followed, risk assessments to carry out, weapons and equipment requisition requests to send off, and you have to handle almost all of it for Task Force 141. Thatโ€™s one thing about working with the military โ€“ theyโ€™re all about action, and rarely have the patience to fill in their paperwork, and then when they do itโ€™s never done properly.
Youโ€™re patient when you need to be, willing to push when you have to, and you make sure shit gets done. Itโ€™s not an easy job; you work your ass off, and itโ€™s often thankless. Most of your job is done behind the scenes, whether thatโ€™s requisitioning on-the-fly tactical or strategic airlifts, liaising with other units, or trying desperately to smooth over any little problems that might crop up with the higher-ups.ย 
Itโ€™s challenging and exhausting, and you love it, but damn, it can be fucking infuriating. Working in a male-dominated environment is a little bit soul-destroying, with every condescending comment and lascivious gaze that lingers over your body. But none of that matters, because you donโ€™t need male approval to excel at your job. You donโ€™t need male approval for anything.
You repeat it to yourself on the daily, which is something that youโ€™ve never had to do before. But before, you werenโ€™t working with Captain John Price.
Heโ€™s notโ€ฆ rude, per se. If anything, heโ€™s always coolly polite. But itโ€™s obvious, so obvious, that he just barely tolerates you. Heโ€™s gruff, short, to-the-point, and never speaks to you outside of brusque orders. It takes weeks for him to start trusting you with even the most basic of files, and even then chunks of information are often redacted. And it shouldnโ€™t matter; youโ€™ve worked for men like him before, you know how it goes, and if anything heโ€™s one of the better ones.
In the beginning, when you had first been assigned to the task force, Price had not been happy about it. It had been a tough transition; your assignment had been approved by Laswell in order to take some of the strain of liaising off both her and Price, but the Captain hadnโ€™t been too pleased about it. He had seen you as a sort of interloper, a silly little pencil-pusher sent in by the brass to do the grunt work of administration that no one else wants to do.
But you work hard, you always have done. And maybeโ€ฆ maybe, part of the reason that you end up busting your balls so hard is because you wantโ€“ no. Maybe you need his approval. Youโ€™d prefer not to think about it; itโ€™s easier to throw yourself into your work, and pretend that youโ€™re doing it for you.
Youโ€™re not even sure how it started, but at some point, Price starts looking at you differently. Maybe he realises that youโ€™re competent at your job, or maybe he just needs to get used to you. Maybe, you hope, heโ€™s finally starting to realise that youโ€™re good at what you do; that you can be an asset to the team, so long as they actually work with you.ย 
Whatever it is, he eases off. Stops being such a hard-ass, starts giving you space to do your thing. Eventually, he starts delegating too โ€” stops hoarding the work like a miser, and finally starts treating you like youโ€™re capable of something more than just photocopying.
Heโ€™s not a bad boss, not by a long shot. Heโ€™s kind, determined, patient when it matters, with a wry sense of humour. Heโ€™s also fiercely protective over his team, and that includes you now.ย 
But heโ€™s also older, by at least fifteen years, and heโ€™s not always the most diligent with paperwork. Typical man of action, youโ€™ve seen it a hundred times before. Thereโ€™s always something more important to do, and while heโ€™s always so cognisant of your workload and careful not to add to it, he is also all too happy to let you take the reins when it comes to bureaucracy. You like to think that youโ€™ve proved yourself to him, but maybe he just respects competency.
That should be it.
But youโ€™re so ashamed to admit that even when Price stops treating you like youโ€™re a hostile target, you canโ€™t stop hoping for his attention. Your mental chants of I donโ€™t need male approval for anything, I donโ€™t need male approval for anything become a daily thing, and sometimes a several-times-a-day thing.
Because the thing is, Price can be a difficult man to please. Heโ€™s always so busy that he doesnโ€™t have time to give you the approval that youโ€™re straining for, but when he does it gives you the most shameful warm glow in your belly.ย 
A brief nod or a low grunted โ€˜Thanks, sweetheartโ€™ is enough to fuel you for days now. Even better is when youโ€™re walking along beside him, briefing him on the latest update from the higher-ups, and he leans his head in towards you as he listens intensely, sometimes even laying his large palm against the small of your back. Ostensibly, itโ€™s to lead the way and guide you out of the path of the running cadets, but it just toes the line of professionalism and you flounder under the touch.
Itโ€™s stupid. Youโ€™re stupid. Heโ€™s just a coworker, and you need to keep your issues to yourself.
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Youโ€™re perfectly self-aware enough to admit when youโ€™re in a bad mood.
You start the day tired, and when you check your reflection in the mirror first thing that morning youโ€™re greeted with the sight of a big, fuck-off pimple on your chin. Itโ€™s big, itโ€™s throbbing, it practically has its own fucking heartbeat. You barely restrain the urge to pick at it, though you can feel it even when youโ€™re not looking at it.
Your mood doesnโ€™t improve when you get to the small kitchenette by your office and find that someone has used the last of the fancy French Vanilla flavoured coffee that youโ€™ve stocked for yourself. As if thatโ€™s not bad enough, your little stash of chocolate digestives you keep for yourself for emergency bad days have disappeared too.
You clench your jaw and continue about your business. Whatever. You can survive without your coffee and chocolate.
Your resolve falters when you see the pile of paperwork on your desk, but whatever. Itโ€™s all part of the job. A little chocolate biscuit to nibble on would definitely make your job easier, but youโ€™re a big girl and youโ€™re just going to have to go without.
Then you get the phone call. One that makes you want to bang your head against your desk hard enough to knock yourself unconscious so that you donโ€™t have to deal with this.
Itโ€™s time to update the TF141 personnel files. Orders from above, since thereโ€™s been significant changes to medical and surgical history in the last couple of months from injuries on missions.
ย Normally, thatโ€™s not such a big deal. It just involves updating their medical and technical files, making sure that nothing major has changed with regards their addresses or other personal information, even though a big portion of it ends up redacted anyway.ย 
And, naturally, updating their photographs for their files.
You start easy.ย 
Gaz is happy to come to your office when you text him, and he stands obediently for you as you take his picture. Heโ€™s gotten a metal plate fitted in his kneecap from the last time his file has been updated, and he sits and chats easily with you as you go through his information. Heโ€™s a sweet guy, and so easy to talk to, and you sigh with the knowledge that no one is going to make your job as simple and leisurely as Gaz just has.
After he leaves, you target Soap. He comes to your office as easily as Gaz, but heโ€™s significantly more difficult to photograph.
He just keeps smiling, no matter how many times you tell him to quit it.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s a personnel file photograph, not a photo for your Instagram.โ€ You sigh, irritated. โ€œI need you to have a blank, neutral expression. Itโ€™s like a passport photo, Sergeant. Itโ€™s for a government document.โ€
โ€œCanโ€™t help it, lass.โ€ Soap says easily, that stupid grin not even dimming. โ€œI see a camera, I smile. Itโ€™s muscle memory.โ€
You think that your irritation is only encouraging him, which only worsens your mood. In the end, you donโ€™t get a single usable photograph of him for his file. You have to give up on him, swearing that youโ€™ll come get him to try again later. He leaves your office still chuckling, like he thinks your frustration is cute.
You have tougher targets to tackle.
The difficult part isnโ€™t even taking Ghostโ€™s photo โ€” the difficult part is catching him in the first place.
You spend almost three hours trying to track him down (because he wonโ€™t read your texts and your phone calls go unanswered), wobbling all over base in your stupid high heels and somehow missing him by mere moments every time. You arrive in the gym, the mess, the firing range, even the barracks, only to see the manโ€™s enormous broad back disappearing out of the other door as soon as you get there.
You can only assume that Soap had given Ghost the heads up that you were on the prowl with a mission and a camera, because the lieutenant is avoiding you like the goddamn plague.
So yeah. Youโ€™re in a real bad fucking mood. But you canโ€™t help it โ€” some days your job is entirely thankless, and your mood drops so low that you feel like going home and crying. But you canโ€™t, and you donโ€™t want to show weakness in front of these military idiots, so all you can do is lock your jaw and go about your business the best you can.
You go back to your office, jaw and fists clenched tight, and collapse at your desk with your head in your hands. You have to take a few deep, slow breaths to try and calm yourself, but then you make the mistake of checking your reflection and your mood sinks lower again when you see that the stupid pimple on your chin has worsened.
God, this is just not your day. You have to get these stupid files updated, or itโ€™ll fall on your head.ย 
Eventually, you reluctantly stand up. Thereโ€™s no point moping; you have a job to do, whether you like it or not, and your next victim is Captain Price.
You walk to Priceโ€™s office swiftly, your feet aching in your stupid heels. You wish you had worn something more sensible, butโ€ฆ well. Even subconsciously, you want to impress.
When you reach his office, you throw the door open and march inside without even bothering to knock.ย 
Price is sitting behind his desk, and his head snaps up as soon as you walk in. His expression is set in a hard scowl, though it softens when he sees who it is. You guess you donโ€™t exactly pose much of a threat, so he sees no use in posturing.
โ€œI need you for a moment.โ€ You bite out, allowing the door to slam shut behind you.
You hear Price sigh, before he leans back and settles into his chair, making himself comfortable. Heโ€™s wearing the same dark compression shirt that he usually wears for training exercises or to the gym, and heโ€™s recently groomed his beard down too. He looks good, though it takes a colossal amount of effort for you to not notice, because you have other things you need to focus on right now.
โ€œHello to you too, love.โ€ He grunts, wiping a hand over his eyes. โ€œWhatโ€™s the problem?โ€
You struggle not to react to that, his low voice both soothing and igniting something in your blood. You take a breath, try to calm down. Youโ€™re a professional, and youโ€™re not here to embarrass yourself in front of the captain.
โ€œIโ€™m updating personnel files,โ€ You say, and this time it comes out calm and steady, โ€œI need to take a picture of you.โ€
Priceโ€™s gaze lingers on you, his stern brow softening a little. For a moment, you think that maybe this is actually going to be easy. That heโ€™ll just stand up and take the fucking picture, so that the two of you can go back to your jobs and relax for the rest of the day.
But thenโ€“
โ€œJesus, kid.โ€ He sighs, already shaking his head. โ€œIโ€™m up to my eyes right now. Leave it โ€˜till tomorrow.โ€
For a moment, you donโ€™t react at all. You just stare at him, letting those dismissive words settle over you. Heโ€™s already looking back at his paperwork, mission briefings and maps littering the desk, and you feel so effectively dismissed. You feel small, so silly and stupid standing in front of him in a way that you havenโ€™t felt since you first started working with the task force. You had thought that you were past this, that you had earned some meagre sort of respect from him.
โ€œI need it done today.โ€ You say, and your voice comes out a little hollow to your own ears.
You donโ€™t need male validation. You donโ€™t. But damn, youโ€™ve had a rough day and the fact that your captain isnโ€™t even bothering to look at you makes you want to cry.
Price sighs, and rubs at the crease between his eyes. He looks just as tired as you feel.
โ€œYeah, well. I donโ€™t have time. Tomorrow.โ€
You swallow, pursing your lips. Heโ€™s so effortlessly dominant, which means that his careless dismissal stings all the more.
โ€œI have to get the whole team done,โ€ You say, struggling to keep your voice firm. โ€œSoap wouldnโ€™t stop smiling for the camera, I couldnโ€™t find Farah anywhere, and Ghostโ€“โ€
Price gives a sharp, derisive snort. โ€œForget Ghost.โ€
You scowl. โ€œI need to do the whole squad.โ€
โ€œNot Ghost.โ€ Price repeats, this time slower and with more emphasis. โ€œSimon doesnโ€™t do photos.โ€
You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Youโ€™ve been working alongside the task force for a while now, and youโ€™re familiar with Lieutenant Rileyโ€™s penchant for covering his face. Itโ€™s not something you have a problem with โ€“ usually.
โ€œThereโ€™s no reason for him to be the exception to personnel photos, Captain.โ€ You say through gritted teeth. โ€œEveryone else is being photographed. The task force might be covert, but Lieutenant Riley is no moreโ€“โ€
โ€œChrist, enough.โ€ Price snaps, his voice a deep boom that has your mouth closing with a click. โ€œThe One Four One is my squad, in case youโ€™ve forgotten. I know these lads, and Iโ€™m telling you to leave it out.โ€
You stare, a little taken aback by the harshness in his voice. He hasnโ€™t been this sharp with you in months, not since you had started to prove yourself competent, useful. Now, you can see the warning signs of his bad mood; the circles under his eyes are pronounced, his skin dull in the ugly fluorescent lights of his office. He looks exhausted, his skin lined and dry like he hasnโ€™t been drinking enough water.
You realise, a little too late, that you might have been pushing your luck by insisting on something as silly as personnel file photos. TF 141 had only returned from deployment at the beginning of the week, and Price has no doubt been drowning in reports since.
โ€œThis is why I told Laswell you werenโ€™t necessary,โ€ His snarl is entirely unlike him, and he rubs his face furiously, his palms rasping through his beard. โ€œI donโ€™t need someone coming in here and making demands of my squad forโ€“ for fucking photographs.โ€
You inhale shakily through your nose; to your utter horror, you can feel your eyes burn with hot wet tears. Itโ€™s stupid โ€“ youโ€™ve dealt with far crueller words from far harsher men. The nature of your job often puts you in the firing line for frustration, and when it bubbles over itโ€™s frequently directed at you.ย 
But thisโ€ฆ this feels different, for some reason. Youโ€™ve been working your ass off to try and earn some recognition from Price, to show him that youโ€™re a valuable asset to the team, and so his sharp, frustrated dismissal of you cuts deeper than it should.
You hate that your eyes are burning like this. You donโ€™t want Price to think of you as useless, or as the silly little girl who was put on the team by the brass who canโ€™t even do her job right. He was just starting to think of you as competent, and it hurts your ego to have to go to him for help with something that you should be more than capable of handling yourself in the first place.
โ€œRight,โ€ You say, and even youโ€™re startled by the sharpness in your tone. โ€œFine. Forget the file updates, then.โ€
You step forward, jaw clenched hard, and toss the files youโ€™ve been carrying around all day onto his desk. They hit the surface with a smack that feels uncomfortably loud in the tense silence thatโ€™s fallen over the room.
โ€œIโ€™ll tell the higher-ups that youโ€™re handling it.โ€ You continue, your voice coming out brattier than youโ€™d like. โ€œSince obviously I have no idea what Iโ€™m doingโ€“โ€
โ€œOh, donโ€™t do that.โ€ Price sighs, as though youโ€™re the one being unreasonable. โ€œWhat Iโ€™m saying is, if youโ€™re going to work with the team, you have to understand the teamโ€“โ€
That, you think, might just push you over the edge.
โ€œDo you think Iโ€™m stupid?โ€ You snap out, and Priceโ€™s mouth closes. โ€œDโ€™you think Iโ€™mโ€“ that Iโ€™m some kind of idiot?โ€
Price blinks. It seems like youโ€™ve managed to take him by surprise, as though your bad mood rivals his just enough to pull him out of his own grumpy form entirely. He opens his mouth again, but youโ€™re not ready to hear him speak again just yet.
โ€œIโ€™m here because Laswell put in a request for me to work with you and your squad, Captain. Iโ€™m considered an asset to the teams that I work with,โ€ Youโ€™re scowling thunderously, all the tension and frustration thatโ€™s been mounting all day spilling over. โ€œAnd I donโ€™t have to put up with being dismissed and unappreciated when I know that I would be respected in other squads for the work that I do.โ€
Price raises his hands, a frown creasing his brow. โ€œKid, thatโ€™s notโ€“โ€
Usually, being called โ€˜kidโ€™ by Price has a warm glow settling in your stomach that youโ€™re absolutely not interested in examining, but this time it only lights an infuriated fire in your belly.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t!โ€ You snap, your breath juddering unsteadily. โ€œGod, you think I enjoy being treated like an idiot? You think I havenโ€™t had to deal with this from men my whole career? My whole life? Even my fatherโ€“โ€
To your abject horror, a lump forms in your throat and you canโ€™t finish that sentence. Your eyes are hot with unshed tears, and youโ€™re pretty sure your lip is trembling.ย 
Price stands, his stern expression slackening into something like uncomfortable surprise as he moves to step around the desk.
โ€œHey,โ€ He soothes, lifting his hands. โ€œIโ€™m not your father.โ€
โ€œI know that!โ€ You snap, irate. Youโ€™re frustrated with yourself, embarrassed at what youโ€™ve unintentionally given away. โ€œI wouldnโ€™t want you to be!โ€
Priceโ€™s expression flickers, as though he canโ€™t decide quite how to react to you. Youโ€™re more than aware that youโ€™re being childish, but you find yourself unable to temper your overreactions. In the face of your tears and your frustrated anger, Price looks like heโ€™s at a loss.
โ€œAll Iโ€™ve done is work hard, and tried to take the burden off you to make your job a little easier.โ€ You continue before he can interrupt again. โ€œAnd all I get in return is stress, and my chocolate biscuits eaten, and breakouts, andโ€“ andโ€“โ€
โ€œKidโ€“โ€
โ€œThe only person who wasnโ€™t an absolute dickhead to me today was Garrick,โ€ You rage, on a roll now. โ€œEveryone else has just been soโ€“ and look how bad my skin has gotten from the stress of having to deal with men who want to act like childrenโ€“โ€
Price watches you with an expression that is plainly bewildered as you gesture at the stupid pimple thatโ€™s been throbbing on your chin all day. You donโ€™t even think youโ€™re making sense, too lost in your frustration and humiliation to be properly aware of what youโ€™re saying.ย 
โ€œYourโ€ฆ skin.โ€ He repeats, a little disbelieving.ย 
You whirl away, agitated. Youโ€™re not getting your point across well, and Price must think youโ€™re simply demented.ย 
โ€œHey,โ€ He says slowly, approaching from around the side of his desk. โ€œI didnโ€™t mean to suggest that you werenโ€™t doing a decent jobโ€“โ€
โ€œWhatever.โ€ You mutter, running your hands over your skirt in an attempt to straighten out the creases. โ€œWhatever.โ€
Itโ€™s too little, too late. Heโ€™s always been a bit of a hardass, and youโ€™ve always tried so hard to please him, to impress him. But you canโ€™t bear to make a fool of yourself like this any longer.
โ€œIโ€™ll leave the paperwork to you. Update it, or donโ€™t. It doesnโ€™t matter.โ€ You say shortly, turning on your heel and marching towards the door.
โ€œWait,โ€ Price calls out. His voice is firm, echoing with the grim certainty of a man who is used to being obeyed.
But youโ€™re not one of his soldiers, and his command falls on deaf ears. Your skin is still prickling with humiliation; you donโ€™t think youโ€™ve ever been so desperate to get away from the Captain before.
โ€œSweetheart, just wait a minute,โ€ Price says, and this time you can hear the exasperation in his voice. โ€œI understand that youโ€™re stressed, thatโ€™s normal. Everyone gets stressed in this line of work. But you canโ€™t just go and get your knickers in a twist because some of the lads are beinโ€™ difficultโ€“โ€
โ€œMy knickers are none of your business!โ€ You yell. Truthfully, itโ€™s more of a shriek, high-pitched and unsteady enough to have Priceโ€™s eyes widening and darting towards the door as though worried about someone overhearing from the corridor.
โ€œWhoa, okay,โ€ Price says with the air of trying to soothe a spooked horse. โ€œYou're right. Your... knickers... ain't my concern. But helping keep this squad running smoothly is, and that can't happen if my admin is on edge."
โ€œOh, give me a break!โ€ Youโ€™re beyond on-edge now, sailing right into fury. โ€œYou ignore me most of the time when you're not on deployment, you dismiss me when Iโ€™m just trying to do my job, but now youโ€™re telling me you need me to not be on edge?โ€
Youโ€™ve reached the door now, your hand clenched tight around the doorhandle as you take one last moment to turn and look at him. Heโ€™s stepping towards you, no doubt with the intent to stop you before you can leave, but you donโ€™t plan on giving him the chance.
โ€œKid, just hang on a damn minuteโ€“โ€
โ€œSort the files yourself, or do whatever you want.โ€ You bite out, yanking the door open but pausing in the doorway. โ€œI donโ€™t even care anymore. Itโ€™s your squad, you do it.โ€
Price takes a breath, visibly fighting for patience. Truthfully, you donโ€™t know how he hasnโ€™t lost his head with you already. He was already exhausted and in an obviously bad mood when you had stormed in here, and it couldnโ€™t be more obvious that youโ€™ve just made it worse with all of your frenzied anger and borderline hysteria.ย 
The fact that Price is staying calm and level even in the face of your stress-induced meltdown only makes you feel all the more ridiculous. You wish he would get angry, that he would snap at you like he had when you had first walked in โ€“ at least that way you could pretend that you donโ€™t notice the way his stressed scowl had melted into a look of concern as soon as he had seen the tears welling up in your stinging eyes.
โ€œAnd you donโ€™t have to wear that stupid hat, weโ€™re indoors!โ€ You yell, your voice teetering on the edge of hysteria.
You just have enough time to see his hand reach up to touch the brim of his boonie hat before you hurriedly bolt out of the room, escaping into the corridor before he can stop you.
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โ€œโ€” just thinking that maybe Iโ€™d be better suited with another team, thatโ€™s all. I heard Kortacโ€™s liaison is approaching maternity leaveโ€”โ€
โ€œThat position is going to be filled internally,โ€ Laswellโ€™s voice is calm over the secure phoneline, a stark contrast to the shaky undertone of stress in your own. โ€œBesides, organising a transfer like that is more trouble than itโ€™s worth.โ€ Thereโ€™s a pause, then a sigh crackles over the phone. โ€œYou still havenโ€™t explained what happened. As far as I can see, you were doing good work there.โ€
Yeah, you think sourly, because all you see is the paperwork end of it.
โ€œ... Internal conflict.โ€ You mutter, playing with the fraying edge of your sweater sleeve.ย 
Thereโ€™s a long pause, protracted enough that it makes you squirm. You know what sheโ€™s thinking โ€“ in your line of work, itโ€™s impossible to avoid clashing with some of the big dominant personalities who are used to getting away with whatever they want. But youโ€™ve always been able to handle it, well-versed enough in diplomacy to know when to stand your ground and when to bow out to avoid unnecessary strife.ย 
โ€œInternal conflict.โ€ Laswell repeats, her voice as bland as youโ€™ve ever heard it. โ€œMeaning?โ€
God, it feels like youโ€™re disappointing your mom or something. You scrub a hand over your face, pacing in the living room of your small apartment.
โ€œI know how it sounds,โ€ You say, โ€œButโ€“ they donโ€™t want to work with me. Thereโ€™s only so much I can do if Iโ€™m being met with resistance at every cornerโ€“โ€
โ€œYouโ€™ve worked with resistant squads before,โ€ Laswell interrupts. โ€œItโ€™s part of the job.โ€
โ€œYes, butโ€ฆโ€ You start, before trailing off.ย 
She has a point, of course. It is part of the job. Thereโ€™s no way to professionally explain to your superior that the reason this assignment is so difficult is because you have a mortifying crush on the Captain of the Task Force. Itโ€™s making you stupid, making all the stupid bullshit that youโ€™re usually able to look past feel so much worse, especially because all youโ€™ve ever wanted was Priceโ€™s approval.
Another sigh. This one, at least, sounds a little more sympathetic.
โ€œLook,โ€ Laswell says, and this time her voice is a little gentler. โ€œIโ€™ve never given you an assignment that I didnโ€™t think you could handle. Whatever is going on, you need to sort it. Youโ€™re a capable girl, and the One Four One is far from the most difficult team youโ€™ve had to deal with. There might be some big personalities there, but nothing that you shouldnโ€™t be able to tackle.โ€
โ€œMhm.โ€ You grunt noncommittally.
โ€œSort out whateverโ€™s going on with you.โ€ Laswellโ€™s tone leaves no room for argument, her suggestion falling just short of a command. โ€œIf whatever issues youโ€™re experiencing continue, Iโ€™ll talk to Johnโ€“โ€
โ€œNo!โ€ You blurt.
God, you canโ€™t think of anything worse. Youโ€™ve already made a show of yourself in front of him, the last thing you need is for him to learn that youโ€™ve gone crying to Laswell about the whole thing. You donโ€™t want him to think of you as any more of a useless little girl than he doubtlessly already does.
โ€œNo,โ€ You repeat, calmer this time as you clear your throat. โ€œIโ€™llโ€ฆ sort it. Sorry to bother you with this, maโ€™am.โ€
Laswell hums, and you can imagine her eyes narrowing. Judging by the wind whistling in the background of the call, sheโ€™s not anywhere near her cushy office. Youโ€™ve interrupted her on whatever assignment sheโ€™s on, and sheโ€™s been kind enough to listen to your silly little complaints for at least fifteen minutes of her valuable time. You feel more ridiculous than ever, and you pinch at the bridge of your nose.
โ€œ... Right.โ€ She says. โ€œFine. Keep me updated on the situation. I want a sitrep by the end of the week, understood?โ€
โ€œYes, maโ€™am.โ€ย 
You understand whatโ€™s not being said. Laswell expects you to work your own shit out, but you can hear the concern in her voice when she demands an update. All you can do is agree. Laswell has been by your side throughout your whole career, always having a hand in your assignments and your progression, and sheโ€™s always been an advocate for you and what youโ€™re capable of. Now, after this conversation, you feel silly for getting so overwhelmed in the face of what is a relatively minor obstacle.
โ€œGood. Iโ€™ll speak to you then.โ€
You hum, wish her goodbye and good luck, and hang up the phone.
For a long moment afterwards, you sit in silence in your living room. God, how did all of this spiral into such a mess?
For the last few days, youโ€™ve been avoiding the base entirely. You have a few PTO days built up, and youโ€™ve taken the opportunity to just chill out. Itโ€™s the first chance youโ€™ve had to relax properly in months, since you had started working with the task force. The space is good, and itโ€™s needed.
You get out of the headspace of work, and reports, and files and requisitions and debriefs, and instead treat yourself with full body self-care. You exfoliate, you moisturise, you use a hair mask, you take bubble baths. You even catch up on the trashy Netflix romance series that you had put on hold for ages, just waiting for some free time to indulge.
And you almost, almost, forget about why youโ€™re hiding away in your little flat in the first place.
But your third day off creeps around, and you canโ€™t help but feel as though your little bubble of isolation is about to pop. Thereโ€™s only so much time away from the office that youโ€™re able to swing, and the longer away the more you feel that your position on the team is untenable. No matter how you currently feel about the task force and your place with them, youโ€™re not willing to let your hard work go down the drain just because youโ€™re too cowardly to face them again after your little meltdown.
So, you go back to work after your little break away.
You manage to slink into your office mostly unseen, other than polite helloโ€™s from other admin staff as you slip through the halls. Your office is far from prime real estate when it comes to office space on base โ€“ itโ€™s well out of the way, down several corridors that no one ever goes down, and once you get past the main thoroughfares you donโ€™t come across anyone. Even still, it feels a little like youโ€™re doing a walk of shame, but you walk with your head held high before you finally get your office door closed behind you.ย 
To your surprise, your desk is clear. Typically, any slight break away from your desk results in work piling up on it, just waiting for your attention once you get back. You donโ€™t know what to make of the absence of work; you canโ€™t help but wonder, somewhat uncomfortably, if Price had taken your words to heart and dealt with all of the paperwork himself.
You check the drawers of your desk too, just in case, and come up empty yet again.ย 
Well. Okay, then.ย 
You sign into your desktop, waiting for the encryption program to load before accessing your emails. Thereโ€™s a lot to catch up on, so you spend the next hour or so organising your to-do list in order of urgency.
You get lost in making your little lists, allowing yourself to relax into finding order in your schedule. You barely even look up until thereโ€™s a soft knock on your office door, and by the time youโ€™ve raised your head the door has opened and Farah has slipped inside.
โ€œOh,โ€ You straighten up in surprise. โ€œCommander. What can I do for you?โ€
Itโ€™s a surprise to see her, especially since you hadnโ€™t received any email correspondence. Your office is tucked away down a remote corridor, and soldierโ€™s usually prefer to just email you their requests rather than make the trek down.
Farah offers a polite smile, approaching your desk. โ€œI hear you are taking photographs.โ€
Your smile slips a little. โ€œOh. No, actually, I wasnโ€™tโ€“โ€
โ€œCaptain Price said I was to be photographed,โ€ She says, pulling the chair out opposite you and watching you expectantly. โ€œI tried to find you yesterday, and the day before, but I believe you weren't on base.โ€
You shift, feeling abruptly rather awkward. โ€œRight. I wasโ€“ Price said that to you?โ€
โ€œMhm.โ€ Farah leans back in the chair, her dark eyes alert as they track over your face. โ€œHe said that you have been stressed.โ€
You feel your face heat, mortified. Oh, god. How embarrassing. Has Price given the team a goddamn debrief on your little meltdown? Farah tilts her head as though she knows what youโ€™re thinking, and a tiny smile quirks at the corner of her lips.
โ€œThatโ€™s all he said,โ€ She says. โ€œThat, and that we should try to make your job a little easier.โ€
โ€œOh.โ€ You shift, embarrassed and awkward. โ€œIโ€“ Listen, I had aโ€ฆ rough day at work a few days ago, thatโ€™s all. Iโ€™m notโ€“ things are fine.โ€
Farah just nods as though thatโ€™s perfectly convincing, and you find yourself wildly appreciative of her for a moment.
โ€œSo, then,โ€ She says, and raises her eyebrows. โ€œThe picture?โ€
You canโ€™t find a way to explain that you had thrown that particular responsibility right back at Price in a fit of pique, but it turns out you donโ€™t have to. Farah produces a slim folder that you hadnโ€™t noticed her holding, and you realise with another flush of embarrassment that itโ€™s her personnel file.
โ€œThere wasnโ€™t much to update, just a recent blood work test.โ€ She says as she lays it on your desk.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™sโ€ฆ thanks.โ€ You say weakly, taking the file in hand. You flick through it briefly, feeling something in your stomach squirm at the sight of Farahโ€™s details all filled in โ€“ Priceโ€™s handwriting is unmistakable, the small neat blocky letters standing out amongst the messy scrawl of Farahโ€™s medical report.
You dig out your camera, still a little flustered, and direct Farah to stand against your plain white-painted wall. Sheโ€™s an easy subject to photograph; she stands perfectly still, unsmiling, and you get the perfect picture after only a couple of attempts.
โ€œLovely,โ€ You murmur, flicking through the pictures. โ€œThank you.โ€
Farah hums. Youโ€™re expecting her to dismiss herself, and it takes a moment for you to realise that sheโ€™s still lingering. You glance up, blinking, only to find that sheโ€™s standing with her lips pursed, obviously considering something.
โ€œThe Captain is worried about you.โ€ She says, as though itโ€™s the most natural thing in the world. โ€œIs everything alright?โ€
You gape at her like a moron, camera still hanging loosely from your hands. You feel uncomfortably seen; thereโ€™s no way that Farah could know what happened, but sheโ€™s looking at you with an awful lot of sympathy right now.
โ€œWhat?โ€ You squeak.
โ€œYou fought?โ€ Farah speaks slowly, obviously conscious of overstepping her boundaries. โ€œI donโ€™t mean to pry, itโ€™s justโ€ฆโ€
โ€œNo, thatโ€™s okay.โ€ You say hastily. โ€œWe didnโ€™tโ€“ there was no fighting, exactly.โ€
She just nods, as if youโ€™re making perfect sense, then smiles politely. She gathers herself up and steps towards the door, and you feel your head spinning as she turns to go.ย 
โ€œYou look tired,โ€ Farah murmurs, low enough that you almost miss it. โ€œWhen Price wants to fix things, let him.โ€
โ€œMhm.โ€ You nod quickly without really hearing her. Youโ€™re pretty sure youโ€™d agree to anything right now just to escape the knowing intensity of Farahโ€™s gaze. โ€œYeah, of course.โ€
After Farah leaves, you feel like you need another day off. Itโ€™s all you can do to just sit in your comfortably padded office chair and groan like a moron, because Jesus Christ youโ€™ve made such a mess of things.ย 
It was bad enough when you were pining like an idiot from afar; youโ€™ve had crushes before, and you know that you would have outgrown it eventually. But then you had your stupid little meltdown in front of Price, and revealed more than you intended, and all of a sudden youโ€™ve made yourself into a fool in front of the squad youโ€™ve tried so hard to impress these last few months.
You have to try hard not to spiral. In fact, itโ€™s a challenge not to cave and grab your phone to call Laswell all over again to demand a reassignment right this second. You have a pretty good idea of what sheโ€™d say to you in response, but still, the impulse remains.
All you can do is put it from your mind. You potter about, printing Farahโ€™s photograph so you can tuck it neatly into her file with a paperclip, and then decide to start replying to the many emails that have built up in your absence.
The emails vary in tone, from polite enquiries to not-so-polite demands for you to solve some administrative issues, and you sigh quietly as you respond to some of the more snotty messages from upper management. And if youโ€™re a little bit passive aggressive, then you donโ€™t think anyone can blame you.
Your mind has finally quietened, focusing on your work as the buzz of your thoughts settle down, when another knock sounds out from your door. This one is firmer than Farahโ€™s soft knock from earlier, and a little louder, though this time you donโ€™t look up from your screen.
โ€œCome in.โ€ You call, chewing at your lip as you struggle to keep the wording of your email civil.
Youโ€™re half-expecting it to be Soap this time around, or maybe one of the recruits hoping to get you to sign off on their leave. So when you finally glance up only to catch sight of the broad, thick-shouldered figure of Captain Price stepping into your office, you think you might go into cardiac arrest.
Email abandoned, you half jolt to your feet before changing your mind mid-movement and attempting to sit back down. It ends up being a humiliating sort of jerky motion, and you pray that he somehow missed it entirely.
โ€œCaptain.โ€ You wheeze, your voice coming out a little weak.
Priceโ€™s cool blue eyes dart over your face and then down the length of your body, and you become suddenly, mortifyingly aware of the state youโ€™re in. You might not want to admit it, but your wardrobe definitely changes when the Captain isnโ€™t on deployment. Instead of professional trousers, you wear your tight knee-length pencil skirts and fitted shirts, and totter around in your heels. And itโ€™s silly, butโ€ฆ well, you canโ€™t help but notice the way Priceโ€™s eyes follow you when you dress like that, and you like his attention on you.
Except today, you hadnโ€™t been planning on running into Price. You hadnโ€™t planned on seeing anyone, so you had dressed for comfort โ€” youโ€™re wearing a pair of frumpy grey wool trousers and a super over-sized soft purple sweater that practically swallows you whole. You havenโ€™t even done your hair nicely, and you curse yourself. This has to be the least sexy youโ€™ve looked in months.
โ€œDโ€™youโ€™ve a moment, love?โ€ย 
His voice seems loud in the quiet of your office, even though realistically you know heโ€™s only speaking in a murmur. In the quiet days youโ€™ve spent alone in your apartment, youโ€™d almost forgotten how lovely and low and gruff his voice is, and you feel your toes curl in your shoes at the sound of it.
Itโ€™s not as though you can refuse him, though youโ€™re already embarrassingly aware of the way in which you had stormed off the last time you had seen him.
โ€œYeah.โ€ You swallow thickly in an attempt to strengthen your voice, but it still comes out high and thready. โ€œSure.โ€
As if he had just been waiting for permission, Price steps into the room properly and closes the door behind him. All of a sudden, the room feels a little claustrophobic. Price is a big man, broad-shouldered and thickly built with a soft layer of fat cushioning those hard muscles, and you canโ€™t help but feel as though his presence is sucking all of the air out of the room.
But still, he approaches slowly, like youโ€™re some kind of feral cat. Those sharp eyes of his are still tracking over you; he never misses a beat, and you know that heโ€™s taking stock of you in the same way he would for an enemy out on the field. You feel raw, uncomfortably vulnerable. You find yourself wishing wildly and ridiculously that you had worn your usual fitted shirt and pencil skirt, or at least put on a bit of makeup.
โ€œYou look rested.โ€ He notes, coming to a slow stop just in front of your desk.
You suddenly curse your last minute choice to stay seated, because now Priceโ€™s big body is towering over you in a way thatโ€™s honestly making your head swim a little.
โ€œYeah.โ€ Your voice is a little hoarse. โ€œI guess.โ€
Price nods, inhales through his nose. A moment passes before he clears his throat and reaches out to place a handful of files on your desk. Despite the plain manila envelopes, you recognise them for what they are almost immediately; the personnel files for 141.
โ€œFinished โ€˜em off for you while you were gone.โ€ He says gruffly, as though it were no big deal. โ€œNearly had to nail Soap down to a chair for that damn photo.โ€
You stare at the files for a long moment, making no move to open them. You find yourself totally, utterly lost for words.ย 
โ€œThis isโ€“โ€ You start to say, and truthfully youโ€™re not sure where youโ€™re going with that. You think youโ€™re about to thank him, but he doesnโ€™t really give you the chance to.
โ€œWhy donโ€™t we talk?โ€ He says, and motions to the dinky little couch in the corner of the room as if he owns it.
You hesitate a moment, a little peeved about the effortless way he takes command in your own office, but relent and push yourself up from the desk. You donโ€™t make eye contact with Price as you step around him, walking to the corner, but you can feel his eyes on you all the same.
ย The couch had come with the office, and you donโ€™t even really want to think about how old it is, but you sink down awkwardly onto it anyway. The cushions are worn and threadbare and the springs creak gratingly when you settle your weight onto it, but itโ€™s fine. It does the job.
Youโ€™re half-expecting Price to drag the spare chair at your desk over so he can sit opposite you โ€“ youโ€™re not expecting him to step right up next to you before he drops down next to you, sighing as his thick thighs spread wide.
You barely bite back a squeak, a little bewildered. Youโ€™re not surprised that heโ€™s asked to talk to you. Your behaviour had been wildly inappropriate, and you couldnโ€™t exactly protest if heโ€™s decided to caution you or something.
But you had expected it to be a more formal affair; sitting together on the pathetic, dingy little couch in your office feels entirely too casual for the dressing down youโ€™re sure youโ€™re about to receive.
โ€œThink weโ€™re due a discussion about the other day.โ€ He says, gentler than you had been expecting.
You avoid his eyes, though you can feel his stare boring into the side of your face. Ugh. Time to eat humble pie, you think miserably.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, sir.โ€ You keep your voice as dispassionate and prim as possible. โ€œMy behaviour was unprofessional and entirely unacceptable, and I have no excuse. It wonโ€™t happen again, I assure you.โ€
Itโ€™s as professional an apology as you can manage, and you chance a quick side glance at him to see his reaction. Your stomach sinks when you see that his brow is creased in a frown, and you panic a little at the realisation that your apology hasnโ€™t helped matters at all.
โ€œWell,โ€ His voice is gruff enough to elicit a little shiver from you. โ€œI wasnโ€™tโ€“โ€ He clears his throat. โ€œI wasnโ€™t looking for an apology.โ€
That finally makes you turn properly, your eyes darting nervously over his face. Heโ€™s already watching you, his blue eyes searing under the brim of his stupid hat. Heโ€™s trimmed his beard since the last time you saw him; the salt and pepper bristles of his moustache and chops are neat and shortened. He looks good, though you try not to notice. He doesnโ€™t look as dehydrated or drained as he did a few days ago either, though he still leans into the couch with an air of quiet exhaustion.
โ€œPaperwork has never been my favourite thing in the world,โ€ He confesses with an air of chagrin thatโ€™s painfully endearing to you. โ€œAlways found it a pain, to be honest. Puts me right out of sorts. I wasโ€ฆ short with you, the other day.โ€
You frown, making yourself small on the couch. โ€œYou said I wasnโ€™t necessary.โ€
Price winces, then reaches up and pulls his boonie hat off his head so that he can drag a hand over his short-cropped hair. Though you had insulted it only the other day, it strikes you as odd to see him with a bare head.
โ€œShouldnโ€™t have said that.โ€ He mumbles, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his hat hang from his hands. โ€œYouโ€™ve been great these last few months. Donโ€™t know what Iโ€™d have done without you, sometimes.โ€
Youโ€™re stupid. Itโ€™s the only reason you can think of to explain the way blood rushes to your head and turns your face hot, your whole body going hot and prickly in response to his low praise. You fidget, glance away, and pray he doesnโ€™t notice.ย 
โ€œYou know Iโ€™m no good at deskwork,โ€ He says, and leans in a little closer like he thinks youโ€™re not listening properly. โ€œDonโ€™t have the head for it. I think youโ€™re the reason the team runs so smoothly in the first place, love.โ€
The flattery is being laid on a little too thick, but it works. You fall for it entirely, a warm glow settling over you like a blanket, wrapping around you tight and soothing the jagged edges of your anger and anxiety. You hate that youโ€™re so easy to appease, a couple of sweet compliments and assurances falling from your Captainโ€™s lips assuaging all that upset that youโ€™ve been carrying around with you for days now.
But still, part of you isnโ€™t quite willing to let go of the sting, the hurt that his words and his harsh tone had caused.ย 
โ€œIs this you apologising, then?โ€ You ask, watching him from the corner of your eye.
He smiles, close-mouthed. โ€œYeah. It is. Not doinโ€™ too good, am I?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re doing okay.โ€ You murmur, before deciding to try to be a bit cheeky. โ€œBut you can keep going, if youโ€™d like.โ€
Price laughs, rich and warm and low. You donโ€™t think youโ€™ve ever actually heard him laugh in all the months youโ€™ve been working with the task force, and the sound of it rumbles right into your bones, settling something inside of you and finally allowing you to relax. No longer tense with stress, you melt a little into the corner of the couch.
โ€œShouldnโ€™t have snapped at you,โ€ He says slowly. โ€œYou do good work. Great work. You shouldnโ€™t feel like youโ€™re not a valued member of the team.โ€
You swallow thickly. You feel too warm, your head swimming a little. His attention feels too heavy, heating your blood and going straight to your head.
โ€œI overreacted,โ€ You mumble reluctantly. โ€œI shouldnโ€™tโ€ฆ your hat isnโ€™t stupid.โ€
That gets another bark of laughter out of Price, and he slaps a hand down onto your knee. The contact makes you jolt, eyes widening, but Priceโ€™s hand doesnโ€™t shift. His palm is so large, spread across your thigh as his fingers curl over your knee. The touch feels almost scorching even through the thick fabric of your trousers.
All of a sudden, your tongue feels very thick in your mouth. The hand on your knee is not in any way suggestive; itโ€™s chaste, innocent, just resting there like a reminder that he wants your attention on him (as if it could be anywhere else). But your nerves are jangling all of a sudden, every one of your senses straining towards him as you hold your breath.
โ€œThe hat isnโ€™t the problem,โ€ Price mutters, though you barely hear him. โ€œI wanted to ask you about something else you said, love. Something you said about your father.โ€
That has some of the heat in your veins cooling, your eyes blowing wide. โ€œIโ€“ what?โ€
To your bewilderment, Priceโ€™s cheeks have reddened beneath the whiskers of his beard and moustache. Despite his clear chagrin, he doesnโ€™t break eye contact with you, his thick fingers squeezing cautiously around your knee.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t mean to overstep,โ€ He assures you quietly. โ€œAndโ€“ and donโ€™t mind me if Iโ€™m talkinโ€™ nonsense. But I know that youโ€™ve been working so hard, and youโ€™ve got a tough job. Canโ€™t be easy. And I just wanted to say that if you'd like someโ€ฆ guidance โ€“ someone to steer you on the right path, that isโ€“ well, that Iโ€™m here if you ever want to talk."
Oh god. You feel your mouth go dry.ย 
Itโ€™s funny, because even though Price isnโ€™t even yet forty, heโ€™s always seemed so much older. Maybe itโ€™s the weight of the responsibility that he carries on his shoulders, or the battle-hardened icy blue eyes, or the paternal sense of protectiveness that he shows over his team. Heโ€™s always been like an almost father figure for the squad, regardless of age; youโ€™ve seen the way heโ€™s so protective over Ghost, the way he claps Soap on the back or shoulders in praise to boost him up, the way he beams with pride when Farah excels, the way he always makes time to guide or give advice to Gaz.
Itโ€™s sweet. Heโ€™s always been sweet, so aware of the personalities on his team, even when heโ€™s acting like that typical military authority figure.ย 
"Sounds like you want to be my daddy." You mean to say it in a derogatory fashion, laughing as though it's ridiculous, though when it comes out you can hear that itโ€™s missing some of the sarcasm you had intended.
Price reacts instantly. He reels back, eyes widening, the pink in his cheeks flares into a deep red flush, and you see his chest heave as his breath catches. You hadnโ€™t been expecting a reaction like this; Price looks as though the words have hit him like a physical slap.
โ€œJesus. Thatโ€™s notโ€“โ€ He says, and the gravelly hoarseness in his voice is a shock. โ€œThatโ€™s not what I meant.โ€
Thereโ€™s a moment of charged silence. Fuck, what have you done? Why would you say that? Why would you say that, to the captain of your task force? Hadnโ€™t you embarrassed yourself enough in front of him the day you had had your silly little meltdown? Itโ€™s like you just canโ€™t keep your damn mouth shut around him, like your brain turns to mush the second he looks at you and you just lose the run of yourself.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ You blurt. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have said that. I donโ€™t know whatโ€“ I didnโ€™t mean it.โ€
The next silence is even worse than the last, tension humming between you like a live wire. Heโ€™s so close to you that his scent fills your nose โ€“ a blend of sweet cigar smoke, sharp gunpowder, and a heady masculine musk. You feel so fucking stupid, and more than a little panicked. You donโ€™t think you could survive the humiliation of having to call Laswell and beg for a reassignment twice in one day just because youโ€™ve completely humiliated yourself in front of the Captain again.
Price swallows, the sound painfully loud in the silence.
โ€œRight.โ€ He says slowly, before coughing roughly to clear his throat. โ€œMm. โ€˜Course. I didnโ€™t mean toโ€“ perhaps I overstepped. Since you mentioned your fatherโ€“โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t want to talk about my father.โ€ You say swiftly.
God, you feel like your issues are out on display with a big damn spotlight. You feel so pathetic, so damn pitiful, as though your desperate need for approval and affection from an older male authority figure is written across your forehead.
But if your issues are on display, then so are Priceโ€™s, because you canโ€™t help but notice that the vibrant red flush on his cheeks hasnโ€™t faded. If anything, that deep flush has spread down his throat and over his chest; you can see how the skin thatโ€™s stretched over his pectoral muscles is glowing crimson beneath his shirt.
A niggling boldness begins to creep in, and you find yourself straightening on the couch. You turn, bring one of your legs up on the couch so that you can turn your whole body towards him, one of your elbows resting on the back cushion of the couch.ย 
Priceโ€™s eyes sharpen when your body turns towards him, and his body draws tense. Those cool blue eyes dart over you, and youโ€™re surprised to see heat in them despite your oversized purple jumper and unflattering wool trousers. The whisper of his fatigues brushing against the fabric of your own trousers is both a distraction and an invitation, your thighs sliding surreptitiously against each other.
โ€œWhat if I did mean it?โ€ You blurt out before your courage can flee you.
Price goes so still it looks preternatural, even the breaths in his chest slowing.ย 
โ€œKid.โ€ He says, and it sounds like a warning.
You donโ€™t heed it, adjusting yourself so that youโ€™re shuffling closer yet again. You donโ€™t think youโ€™ve ever been so close to him, his scent and his body and his heated gaze filling up your consciousness until heโ€™s all that youโ€™re aware of.
โ€œWhat if I meant it?โ€ You ask again, the whisper coming out low but charged.ย 
Price takes a breath that sounds like a groan, and it surprises you. You hadnโ€™t expected that reaction; it sends a trickle of heated desire running down your spine, and youโ€™re startled by how much you want him in this moment.
โ€œDโ€™you know what youโ€™re asking for?โ€ He asks, the gravel in his voice flooding wet heat between your legs.ย 
His carefully laced words linger in the space between you, daring you to accept, to shred the formal boundary that looms between the two of you. You get the sense that youโ€™re walking a fine line here, that youโ€™re getting close to the point of no return.ย 
โ€œYes.โ€ You breathe, although youโ€™re not entirely sure that you do know what youโ€™re asking for. All you know is that heโ€™s so close, and heโ€™s staring at you with an expression of such hunger that itโ€™s making you feel weak.
Price moves fast for such a big man, and all you can do is let out a soft sound of surprise when one of his big hands wraps around the back of your neck to pull you in. A deep, guttural sound escapes him when his lips crash into yours, his mouth demanding and greedy.
It feels like you go both lax and rigid simultaneously, before you positively light up. The hand that Price has wrapped around the back of your neck keeps you grounded, and before you can stop yourself youโ€™re burrowing closer. It feels like the tension, your childish argument, the sexual friction โ€“ everything has culminated to this electrifying moment, where Priceโ€™s full lips are consuming yours, the hair of his beard rubbing over your cheeks and chin and keeping your nerves straining towards him.
The kiss doesnโ€™t start out slow; it skips straight to hungry, fast and dirty, with Priceโ€™s big hands on your hip and the back of your neck, holding and guiding you. Overwhelming.ย 
Priceโ€™s big fucking body is leaning in, caging you against the couch. The wide shoulders and barrel-chested mass of him pressing you into the cushions is just short of breath-taking, but itโ€™s not enough. You want to be right up against him, under his skin.
You swing your leg over Priceโ€™s, and climb up into his lap. His thighs are thick beneath you, wide and muscled, but youโ€™re still hesitant to fully settle your weight against him. You just want to be closer, to feel the heat of him pressed against you, but the second you start moving Price grabs at your hips and pulls you down properly, uncaring of your weight.
โ€œIโ€™ve beenโ€“โ€ You manage to say in between kisses, your words muffled and a little wet. โ€œIโ€™ve been working my ass off, for the squad, for you, and you never say or do anythingโ€“โ€
Price grunts, grappling with his sudden lapful of you. His eyes meet yours, and in them, you think you might see the spark of admiration, for your brave stupidity if nothing else.ย 
โ€œSh, I know,โ€ He says as he grips at your hips under your oversized jumper, encouraging you to settle down your full weight on his thighs. โ€œI know, love, youโ€™ve been working so hard. What would I do without you, huh?โ€
And the thing is, youโ€™re a very capable woman. Youโ€™ve had to be, in order to survive in your line of work. You know that youโ€™re capable, you know that you do good work, you know that you help keep the wheels greased and everything moving behind the scenes for the 141, but even still, Priceโ€™s praise sinks into you like warm honey.
โ€œWatching you walk around in those tight little skirts, Christ.โ€ He hums, and his big palms land on your ass and squeeze there suggestively. โ€œAnd those heelsโ€“ completely impractical for a military base like this.โ€
You wheeze a laugh, clutching at his shoulders. It feels completely surreal that youโ€™re currently perched in your Captainโ€™s lap, with his big shovel-like hands groping your bum as he nips at your lips and confesses that heโ€™s been watching you. It goes straight to your head, makes you dizzy, makes you wish wildly that you had worn one of those skirts for him today.
Oh, you could get used to this. Realistically you know the size difference between you two isnโ€™t that immense, but Price is built like a man whose reality is all war, and when he shifts beneath you his muscles roll, unwittingly showing off his physique. You think you could stay here forever, feeling safe in a big manโ€™s lap, cushioned by his body as he tells you that youโ€™re valuable, and important.
โ€œFuckinโ€™ hell,โ€ Price groans, nipping at your lower lip before capturing your mouth wholly again. โ€œYouโ€™re a handful.โ€
Youโ€™d love to argue that โ€“ you like to think that youโ€™re perfectly measured and sensible, after all โ€“ but youโ€™re already squirming in his lap, your legs spread wide over his thighs. Arousal pools in your stomach, makes you slick your knickers, and you canโ€™t stop the slow grind your hips trace against his thigh.
Priceโ€™s breath shudders out of his chest, and his hands clench tight around your hips. โ€œHang on a sec,โ€ He breathes, โ€œHold on. Iโ€™m stillโ€“ Iโ€™m still your Captainโ€“โ€
You think that itโ€™s meant to be a warning, or at least a word of caution about the precarious situation youโ€™re in regarding professionalism and inappropriate workplace relationships. What youโ€™re doing right now is ridiculous, after all. Youโ€™re still on base, youโ€™re in your office, and if the two of you get caught you donโ€™t even want to think about the consequences. The fraternisation rule shouldnโ€™t apply here, since youโ€™re only considered part of the team by a mere technicality, but even in your lust-hazed mind you can still recognise that sitting on his lap and kissing like this at your workplace is wildly inappropriate.
But if it is a warning, it doesnโ€™t work. The reminder of his authority only inflames you further, and a quiet whimper is torn from your throat when you rock against his lap.
He swears, and beneath you his cock stirs in his fatigues. You can feel the way it fills out where itโ€™s pressed against the seam of your trousers, right between your legs. You reflexively squish your thighs together, tightening them around his hips.
โ€œChrist,โ€ He grits out like a curse. โ€œAlright, then.โ€
He moves quickly, his hands secure on your back as he lunges forward, flipping you over so that youโ€™re laying on your back on the shoddy, worn-down couch. You go so easily โ€“ย 
youโ€™re soft now, pliable and eager to please, and he could direct you anywhere he wanted.
Heโ€™s too large to be climbing on top of you on a couch like this, but somehow it doesnโ€™t even matter. Now that heโ€™s above you, holding himself up with those strong arms on either side of your head, he looks down on you with an expression that you donโ€™t know what to make of. His eyes are still intense, but the lines around them are softened as he stares down, his gaze tracing your face.ย 
โ€œYou think I havenโ€™t been looking?โ€ He asks, and his voice isnโ€™t as harsh or gritty as youโ€™d been expecting. Itโ€™s softer now, fond, almost. โ€œHow could I fuckinโ€™ miss you? Always so pretty, always workinโ€™ so hard. โ€˜Course I noticed.โ€
When his fingers creep beneath your big purple jumper, you launch into helping him remove it, eagerly stripping it off so youโ€™re laying in your bra. Itโ€™s one of your simple utilitarian ones, and you curse yourself for not wearing a sexier one.
But Price groans at the sight of your simple white cotton as though itโ€™s premium lace. His palms are rough as they trace up your sides, the callouses on his fingers coarse against the soft squishy flesh of your belly. He leans forward and nuzzles at your ear, kissing behind your lobe before scraping his teeth along your jaw until heโ€™s kissing messily at your mouth all over again.
โ€œSo gorgeous.โ€ He says, his voice a low rumble that has your nerves buzzing. โ€œI was too mean to you before, wasnโ€™t I? Too harsh, when all you were trying to do was help.โ€
โ€œYes.โ€ You whisper, though you feel a little bit petulant for it.
โ€œLet me make up for it, darling,โ€ He whispers back, and it sounds like a plea. โ€œHm? Iโ€™ll show you how good youโ€™ve been.โ€
Youโ€™re nodding before he even finishes, desperate. God, yes. Youโ€™re not even sure what it is that heโ€™s offering, but you know that youโ€™ll take anything that he has to give you.
Heโ€™s looming over you, so large, as his hands fall to the closure on your work trousers. His fingers are so thick that he fumbles with the delicate button and little zip, and it takes him a couple of tries to pull it open and down. When heโ€™s got it, he shucks your trousers off easily and tosses them aside, then stares down at you in your ugly shapeless underwear as though youโ€™re wearing something else entirely.
Even though youโ€™re laying unclothed and vulnerable, squirming and wanting, Price is so slow to get moving. He doesnโ€™t grab at you, or grope greedily, or take impatiently. He acts as though heโ€™s got all the time in the world, leisurely looking you over as though heโ€™s committing you to memory.
โ€œNeed you to say it,โ€ He says, strained like heโ€™s trying to hold himself back. โ€œNeed you to say it out loud.โ€
โ€œWant you to show me how good Iโ€™ve been.โ€ You say immediately, your desire leaving no room for shame. โ€œWant you to look after me.โ€
The request comes out a little bit plaintive, and Price sighs out before ducking his head and kissing you again. Heโ€™s so much more affectionate than you had ever imagined, and you feel as though youโ€™re drowning in it. His attention is like a warm blanket, settling every craving youโ€™ve ever had.
โ€œI will,โ€ He breathes like itโ€™s a promise. โ€œOh, I will.โ€
His palms are rough and hot as they drag over your skin, deceptively gentle as he reaches your tits and pushes your bra up so that he can knead at the soft flesh there. He doesnโ€™t even bother to unclasp it, impatient enough that shoving the cups up so to free your breasts is enough for him.ย 
He bends his head down, and licks a stripe over your nipple. His tongue feels scorching against you, like youโ€™re hypersensitive to his touch, and he groans against your skin as though heโ€™s tasting something incredible.
You writhe, hips arching up in search of some kind of friction, but Price doesnโ€™t give it to you. Heโ€™s too distracted, peppering dozens of kisses over your tits as though theyโ€™re something precious even as his hands coast down your back to grope at your ass again where your plain cotton underwear is riding up.
โ€œSo pretty, ainโ€™tcha?โ€ He groans against your chest. โ€œFuck, even when you were walkinโ€™ around with a face on you like a slapped arse, I thought you were the sweetest fuckinโ€™ thing Iโ€™d ever seen.โ€
โ€œCharming.โ€ You snap, but thereโ€™s no anger in your tone anymore. In fact, you donโ€™t think thereโ€™s a lick of anger anywhere in your whole body anymore, like Priceโ€™s hands and mouth on you have washed it all away.
All the brattiness, and the prickliness of your bad mood, is entirely forgotten now that youโ€™re laid out and squirming beneath him. You can hardly even remember what you had been so stressed and angry with him for.
He finally reaches around to unclasp your bra, then tosses it to the side to let it slump sadly to the floor. His next target is your underwear, pulled from you roughly enough that you think the fabric might tear even as his hands cradle the plush flesh of your ass like itโ€™s a treasure.
โ€œMm, so gorgeous, princess,โ€ It seems like the name just slips out of his mouth, and you feel your whole body draw tense and hot. โ€œSo lovely, and I bet you taste even better than you lookโ€ฆ like sugar, my sweet girl.โ€
Jesus Christ. You think your whole fucking body throbs, blood pounding and nerves straining as you wish so desperately for him to touch you. You canโ€™t handle him talking to you like that, so fondly, as if you havenโ€™t just acted like the biggest brat in the world for several days straight.
You can hardly even reconcile this man with the usual stern, gruff man that acts as your Captain, and you let out a choked whine of bewilderment as he slides down your body.
Your thighs are clamped together, shy under his gaze despite how desperately eager you are. You want this, you want him, but you canโ€™t help but feel so mortified by the vulnerability of being nude beneath him on the couch while his big formidable body is still entirely clothed.
Priceโ€™s fingers stroke against your hip, his tone low and rich as his lips find your throat again. You can feel his tongue darting out against your skin, his hunger so palpable now that itโ€™s infectious.
โ€œLet daddy see you,โ€ He croaks against the hollow of your throat. โ€œSpread your legs, sweetheart.โ€
Itโ€™s not like you could ever say no to that. The request sends liquid heat shooting straight to your cunt, making you hot and sticky. You spread your thighs, and feel embarrassment flare when thereโ€™s a squelch as your cunt unsticks. Andโ€“ Jesus, Priceโ€™s eyes fucking light up, and you realise that heโ€™s clocked your reaction to his honeyed words, the way he calls himself daddy.
The kiss he gives you is claiming and hungry, consuming your lips with a fervour that leaves no room for doubt about his intentions. Itโ€™s a taste of both command and reverence โ€” in equal measure. When he pulls away from your mouth youโ€™re breathless, still gasping softly even as he pushes himself down the length of your body.
In the blink of an eye, heโ€™s there โ€” between your welcoming thighs, his hands resting securely on your soft hips, as much a lifeline as a promise of whatโ€™s to come. Your pussy is already sloppy, slick and wet in anticipation of him. He shoves his head between your thighs, using his thumbs to spread apart your folds and just look at you.
Your back arches at even the suggestion of his touch, feeling his breath ghost over the heated slick flesh of your cunt. Despite your obvious willingness, and his apparent eagerness, he doesnโ€™t immediately touch you.
You crane your neck to see that heโ€™s staring at your pussy as though the sight of it is earth-shattering. His gaze drinks you in, heated blue eyes taking in the sight of your swollen sticky folds, no doubt throbbing invitingly under his attention. Youโ€™ve never seen a man look so hungry, like heโ€™s about to risk anything for it. A dark, groaned "fuck" escapes him as he kneels between your spread legs, head bowed as if in reverence.
"Daddy needs a taste, sweet girl," His deep voice a heavy rumble, vibrating against your soft inner thighs.ย 
It takes a beat for you to realise that heโ€™s holding himself back, that heโ€™s essentially asking for permission to lay his mouth on you, but then you gasp, โ€œYes, fuck, yes, pleaseโ€“โ€
Price takes it as the enthusiastic invitation that it is and bursts into movement immediately, reaching out and guiding your legs wider so that he can muscle in between them properly, before leaning in and finally getting his mouth on you.
You choke, hips aching as you try to spread your legs even further. Price drags the flat of his tongue along the seam of your cunt, groaning as though heโ€™s savouring the taste of you, before wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you all spread open for him as his tongue rasps over your sensitive flesh.
You want to call out for him, but his name stalls on your tongue. What would you call him โ€“ Price? John? Captain? Daddy? You think you would die if you said it out loud.
Then his tongue finds your clit, and your thoughts scatter. He flicks the tip of his tongue over you, back and forth, then flattens it to grind eagerly. You had thought, given the way he had taken that moment just to look at you before heโ€™d pressed his mouth to you, that he would start slow. But instead, he gives you everything he has.
You cry out as he devours your cunt, his bushy eyebrows pulling up in delight as you give him your first moan. While your legs had spread wide in the beginning, eager to let him in, you now close them tight around his head to keep him in place. You have a brief, hazy thought that maybe this is an asshole move of you, a little like if a man were to hold your head down while you were sucking cock, but Price doesnโ€™t seem to mind. If anything, judging by the snarl he lets out when your thighs close around his ears, he likes it.
You toss your head back against the worn couch cushions as jolts of white-hot heat spread from where his mouth is working at you, playing with you, tongue painting long, broad strokes up and down your pussy.ย 
Your cunt is syrupy hot, throbbing as his tongue rubs relentlessly at your clit. Youโ€™re so fucking wet, and you canโ€™t help yourself from rolling your hips more assertively into his mouth. Youโ€™re leaking on his mouth, his tongue, your slick drenching his cheeks and his beard.
Seized by a sudden urge to watch, you clumsily raise your head so you can look down. It feels entirely illicit, watching Priceโ€™s head between your legs as he buries his face so enthusiastically into your folds. His eyes flash as he glances up, the bottom half of his face hidden entirely in your pussy as his jaw works, the soft hair of his beard tickling your sensitive inner thighs.
With a jolt, you realise that one of his hands has fallen to his lap, his trousers hastily pushed open. Heโ€™s fisting at his dripping cock, red and angry and still begging for release against the thick dark hair of his stomach. Sticky pre-cum leaks from his flushed head, pooling into his skin and clothes as his cock bobs and twitches at the sounds of your moans.
The sudden realisation that Price is getting off on this, on the taste of you and the smell of you and the way youโ€™re whining, sets you aflame. He grunts, one of his big handโ€™s wrapping around his throbbing skin to pump his length to the rhythm of his tongue inside of you.
โ€œOh, oh fuck,โ€ You press your lips together, stomach pulling tight as his tongue thrusts up inside of you, โ€œFuck, fuck, fuck thatโ€™s so good, oh god, Captainโ€“โ€
โ€œYeah,โ€ Price grunts, his words all wetly muffled, his arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep you in place as he feasts on you, sucking on your clit like itโ€™s a sweet. โ€œI know, baby, I know.โ€
Heโ€™s so accommodating, so nice to you. You tilt your hips up and grind your cunt into his mouth, sighing in satisfaction as his tongue drags along your clit before dipping to lick inside of you. He barely even shifts when you hump your pussy into his face; he only opens his mouth wider, licks at you more enthusiastically as though your desperation is contagious.ย 
Your belly goes hot and tight, and a high-pitched whimper is torn from your throat. It feels as though youโ€™ve been strung high and taut for months now, and your breath catches at your imminent orgasm. Youโ€™ve just been so stressed, and having Price hunched over you on the couch like this with your legs thrown up around his shoulders as he licks and sucks at you so eagerly that it has your eyes rolling in your head feels like itโ€™s curing you.
You think, somewhat madly, that an orgasm like this, with Priceโ€™s mouth sealed over your cunt, will solve every damn problem you have right now.
โ€œWanna come, wanna come, Jesus fucking Christ, please pleaseโ€“โ€ Your chest heaves as you scramble, one of your hands reaching down to cup Priceโ€™s head to keep him in place, face buried in your cunt. โ€œOh god, please make me comeโ€“โ€
Maybe itโ€™s not fair to be so demanding of him, but to his credit Price responds with restless enthusiasm. You double over in pleasure as he heeds your broken little pleas, your nails scraping into the couch as you cling on for dear life. His tongue swirls over your clit quickly and with fervour, tight circles to make your vision go blurry.
Youโ€™re lost in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth in your cunt, the way he licks into you like a starving man tasting his first meal. It feels like a sensation overload, as though youโ€™re just completely lost to your own desire, but you just want more of what he is offering.ย 
You grab his hair again and pull him closer, greedy with need, and he hums in affirmation as he allows you to guide his mouth to exactly where you need it. Arching your hips up, you grind into his mouth, chasing your orgasm. You groan, eyelids fluttering as you wrap your other leg around Priceโ€™s shoulders, up around his neck, and his hand snakes around your thigh to anchor you there.
Priceโ€™s fingers are gripping at your hips, surely hard enough to leave bruises there. You smile, almost deliriously; you could live with some souvenirs from tonight.
Your feeble gasps start to spiral into whimpers as that hot coil begins to tighten in your belly, and your toes start to curl. When your climax finally hits, it does so with a sense of relief that almost knocks you flat. Your body winds tight then releases, and you convulse in a wave of shudders that has you sobbing out loud.
Your chest heaves as you sob, squirming as Price licks at your clit insistently. It feels like your breath has caught in your chest, your toes curling so hard that your feet cramp. Youโ€™re panting like a damn dog as your orgasm rocks through you, until the waves of it subside and you can finally get a full breath again.
From one second to the next your nerves turn red-hot and oversensitive, and you clamp your thighs shut around Priceโ€™s ears and whimper-whine pathetically. Mercifully, he gets your unspoken message easily, and finally pulls back, chuckling breathlessly to himself as he pushes your legs apart in order to retreat.
โ€œFuck,โ€ He says, and his voice comes out as harsh and gravelly as youโ€™ve ever heard it. โ€œJesus Christ. Knew youโ€™d taste sweet, knew that youโ€™d come so pretty.โ€
The praise practically slams into you, ripping through you like a forest fire. It feels like youโ€™ve lost your breath all over again, and ridiculously you suddenly feel shy.ย 
โ€œIโ€“Thatโ€“โ€ You start to say, but you still feel a little fuzzy-headed from your orgasm and your thoughts fizz away like TV static.ย 
โ€œMhm, I know, sweet girl.โ€ He murmurs hoarsely as though you had said something coherent.ย 
When Price finally sits up, you blink hazily. He had been all hunched over you, crammed into the corner of the couch in order to squeeze himself between your thighs like that, but now that heโ€™s straightening back up again youโ€™re reminded with a tired jolt just how big and broad and strong he is.
A small, self-conscious part of your brain screams at you to close your legs. Your thighs are still spread wide, your cunt on display; youโ€™re still all sloppy and wet, spit-slick and dripping, all puffy from the attention Price had lavished on you with his mouth.
But instead of closing your legs, you let your thighs fall open a little wider and shift restlessly under his intense gaze. Your desire makes you stupid โ€“ how could you ever experience anything as mundane as self-consciousness when heโ€™s staring at you like that? Heโ€™s looking at you like he wants to fall atop you all over again, and you feel yourself throb โ€“ you feel so empty, your body craving something to fill you.
And Price notices the way you keep yourself all spread for him, the way you donโ€™t make any move to cover yourself. Beneath his beard, his face splits into a wide smile, the apples of his cheeks practically glowing with pride.
โ€œOh, my girl, you're so pretty. Just the loveliest girl in the world with your beautiful face and your hair all wild like that.โ€ He leans in then, and presses a hungryย  kiss to your mouth. He tastes salty-sweet, the iron tang of yourself lingering on his lips. His beard is wet too, practically soaked through.
You gasp when he pulls back, overwhelmed by the kiss and the praise and the electric aftershocks of your orgasm. โ€œYour beard is wet.โ€ You observe dumbly.
He chuckles, as though youโ€™ve said something terribly endearing. โ€œOf course it is, sweetheart. Thatโ€™s all you.โ€
You mumble a little incoherently, mostly because youโ€™ve just spotted the way his trousers are still unbuttoned and his hard, swollen cock is jutting out from the band of his boxers. Itโ€™s angry looking, the head of it so red it looks a little painful, and you feel a sudden urge to return the favour seize you.
But when you reach out, Price is quick to grab your wrist. He transfers his grip to your hand swiftly so you donโ€™t feel as though youโ€™re being held down, his wide palm and thick fingers winding around yours.
โ€œDonโ€™t have to do that, love.โ€ He grunts, shifting. Heโ€™s looming over you, hips tilted towards you and his wide shoulders blocking out your view of the office. โ€œDโ€™you think you could take me?โ€
It takes you a moment for your slow, stupid brain to catch up and process what heโ€™s asking you. Then you nod swiftly, eyes widening. You're wet and sticky and so so empty, and you have no doubt your body is so ready to take him inside.ย 
Youโ€™re still a little limp and drained from the satisfaction of your orgasm, but you keep your thighs spread and wait eagerly for him to touch you again. He doesnโ€™t keep you waiting long; he coos softly at you as he adjusts himself, kissing your tummy then up your sternum and back to your throat. The soft, sweet kisses distract you as he presses his hips between your thighs.
You gasp softly, your clit sensitive enough that when his cock rubs against it, you jolt. Despite the overload of sensation, you find yourself grinding back against him, so desperate for something. As if he can sense what you need, he presses a kiss to your jaw and dips a hand between your thighs. Two thick, calloused fingers circle your clit for a moment and make you whimper, only to dip lower and press inside you.
His fingers are larger than yours, but they still slip into you so damn easily that itโ€™s embarrassing. You barely even feel a stretch, your body so eager for him that your cunt practically sucks his fingers up.
The worst part is the way Price laughs, all soft and breathy as he rubs his callous-roughened fingers into the spongey walls of your cunt.ย 
โ€œOh, fuck,โ€ He murmurs, his lips dragging over your overheated skin. โ€œYeah, youโ€™ll take me just fine.โ€
You burn with embarrassment, but you still donโ€™t close your legs. Itโ€™s silly, but thereโ€™s still an element of pride as his fingers rub against the soft inside of your pussy; you want him to see how much you want him, how well youโ€™ll take him. Itโ€™s obvious how wet you are, and you hope heโ€™s imagining how good youโ€™ll feel on the inside.
โ€œNeed you to turn over for me, love.โ€ He murmurs, gripping at your hips and easing you over so that youโ€™re on your belly beneath him. โ€œThatโ€™s it, arse up. My knees arenโ€™t what they used to be. Make it easy for me.โ€
You usually would make a joke about that, some sort of jab about being old before his time, but you simply donโ€™t have the mental capacity for it. Youโ€™re too busy dropping to rest your weight on your elbows as you stick your ass up towards him, arching your back and hoping you look pretty.
He doesnโ€™t waste any more time, much to your relief. Your mouth drops open with a sigh as you feel the blunt head of his cock glide between your slick folds, tapping once against your clit just to watch the way your legs jerk, then finally lining up with your entrance and pressing lightly in. His cock notches, catches, then slides in so slowly that it makes you want to scream.
โ€œGotta let me in, petal.โ€ He says, using his grip on your hips to pull you back onto his cock in increments. โ€œRelax, relax.โ€
You had wanted this, youโ€™re more eager than you think youโ€™ve ever been for anyone in your life, and yet Price is a big man and the stretch makes your breath stall in your lungs. Your cunt is sucking his cock in further with a hunger thatโ€™s almost embarrassing, even as you wince a little at the feeling of being stretched out to your limits. Though youโ€™re wet and eager and ready, two of Priceโ€™s fingers briefly testing inside werenโ€™t quite enough to prepare you for how fat his cock is.ย 
Your head is spinning. Youโ€™ve never taken a cock this big with so little stretching, but neither you nor Price are patient enough to wait. But the stretch feels good, and you find yourself wheezing like a moron as he presses inside inch by inch.
โ€œFuckโ€ฆ you alright, love?โ€ Price breathes, adjusting his knees on the couch behind you and wrapping his hands around your hips. The motion only succeeds in shifting him far enough away to make you aware of the feeling of him sliding into you again. You both groan, and you feel Price twitch, deep inside you.
โ€œFuck,โ€ You moan, breath gasping out of you. โ€œYouโ€™re fucking huge.โ€
It feels like youโ€™re learning for the very first time what it really means to be full. For a few seconds, it feels like you canโ€™t even breathe. It feels like his cock is lodged somewhere in your belly, forcing the breath from your lungs as he nestles his way deeper into the eager clutch of your body.
โ€œAm Iโ€“ sโ€™it too much, honey?โ€ He asks, his voice rough and low as his hands squeeze at the flesh at your hips. โ€œNeed me to take it out?โ€
โ€œNo!โ€ You blurt, and your body clenches up hard as though youโ€™re trying to lock him in and keep him from escaping. โ€œDonโ€™t you dare!โ€
His cock still feels so big, and when you tighten up as hard as you do it almost feels as though heโ€™s fucking impaling you. Price groans as though heโ€™s been shot, and his head lowers so that heโ€™s burying his face into the space between your shoulderblades. His body lowers too until his chest is pressed to your back, joined at the hips as he rocks inside of you.ย 
โ€œOkay,โ€ He grunts, and you can feel his chest expand as he takes a breath. โ€œOkay, love, but you need to relax. Youโ€™re going to squeeze my cock right off.โ€
โ€œSorry.โ€ You try to do as he asks, taking a deep breath and allowing your body to go limp and pliant. He grunts in appreciation, and you feel his whiskery beard rasp against your throat as he presses a kiss to your neck as if to reward you.
Your spine is still taut from the pressure of being all stretched out around his cock, and you reach back clumsily to grasp at his belly, the soft fabric of his shirt rucking up between your fingers. Price reaches back and grabs at the neck of his own shirt, tearing it over his head then tossing it aside. Your eyes are all hazy and a little blurred from your overwhelmed tears, but you look back over your shoulder and blink frantically in an attempt to get a proper look at him.ย 
God, heโ€™s so big and strong, his chest furred with a layer of brown hair curling in whorls over his nipples and down over his belly. You feel yourself pulse in response, your mouth dropping open in a thoughtless gasp of desire. Heโ€™s exactly the kind of man you think of when you think of masculinity, and your belly tightens in anticipation when he presses all up against you, heavy and hot.
When he begins to pull out and press back in, the noise you make is utterly pathetic. It feels like he cleaving you in two, carving out a space for his cock every time he fucks back into you. Heโ€™s cautious at first, conscious of hurting you, but when your thighs close around his hips he grunts and begins to pick his pace up.
โ€œChrist, youโ€™re tight,โ€ Price says, his voice all rough and muffled against your shoulder. โ€œAnd you're all mine, love, my own sweet girl, ainโ€™t that right? And daddy's gonna love you so good, isnโ€™t he?โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ You gasp stupidly, pressing your face into the couch cushions.
Typically, you find that doggy style can be a position thatโ€™s a little detached โ€“ usually, you like seeing the face of the person youโ€™re fucking. But right now, with Price plastering his whole hairy body against your back as he ruts into you and the sweet filthy words heโ€™s murmuring to you, this position feels so far from detached that it has your head spinning. It feels like heโ€™s blanketing you, the heat from his skin igniting what feels like an inferno between the two of you. Sweat beads at your forehead, and you moan softly as Price begins to fuck you properly.
Youโ€™re bouncing against the couch, clutching at the cushions as your body moves under the weight of Priceโ€™s powerful thrusts. The sound of it is sloppy and wet, your bodies smacking together quick and hard. And fuck, it feels good. His cock is hitting that perfect spot deep inside of you, and your entire body jolts with pleasure every time he pounds back in.ย 
Itโ€™s enough to make you squeal, your nails scrabbling desperately for purchase on the threadbare couch cushions in an attempt to stabilise yourself. Your nipples are sensitive from Priceโ€™s licking at sucking at them, and your toes curl as your tits are pressed into the rough-textured cushions, electrifying your nerves to the point of almost too-much.ย 
The noises you make are entirely undignified, and you struggle to muffle them into the couch. Little burbling ah ah ahโ€™s are being torn from your throat every time Price fucks into you, the sensation of his furred balls slapping against you with every thrust has your eyes rolling.
Your body is all loose and pliant from your earlier orgasm, and you whimper as though youโ€™re being fucked absolutely stupid. Itโ€™s not that heโ€™s fucking you all that hard, but heโ€™s filling you up so deliciously and knowing that itโ€™s him, your Captain, the man that youโ€™ve worked so damn hard to impress and to please, makes you feel like youโ€™re going to explode. Even through the haze of desire and pleasure, a little part of you is still so aware of making him happy. You keep your back arched, practically waving your ass up in the air as he fucks into you.
โ€œTell me how you like it, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels.โ€ Price says in a low, rough purr. His chest is still pressed to your back even as the two of you pant and sweat as you rock together. โ€œTell daddy how good he's making you feel.โ€
Jesus Christ, Price feels like a fucking furnace against you. It feels almost as though youโ€™ve been glued together, your skin sweat slick as he ruts into you like an animal. Your lungs are burning, and your mind is completely scattered. Getting fucked like this feels feels primal, an exchange of power through pleasure; youโ€™re aware that heโ€™s asked you a question, but you can hardly string two thoughts together. All you can do is squirm and whimper in below him as his weight pins you in place.
โ€œGood,โ€ You groan, vaguely aware that tears are leaking from your eyes and soaking the couch beneath you. Your vision is blurred, and you canโ€™t even see straight. โ€œI justโ€“ itโ€™s so muchโ€“โ€
โ€œI know,โ€ He rumbles. โ€œBut you can take it, canโ€™t you? Youโ€™ve been so good, sweetheart.โ€
The praise does exactly what heโ€™s hoping for; you practically melt into a puddle beneath him. Your thoughts are slow and sluggish, and your jaw hangs open as you fucking drool. Even still, you manage to nod your head clumsily. You can take him โ€“ it feels like a point of pride to prove it now, to show off how good you can be.
Priceโ€™s rhythm is practically machine-like, and you make a quiet sound of pure appreciation when his cock slams into that gummy spot inside of you that makes you lose your breath. Itโ€™s as though he takes note of it, because from that point on he stays absolutely jackhammering into that little spot, making you see stars and have to bite your lip to stifle your moans. His balls would slam against your clit in a repeated motion that made your underbelly tighten like a coil so close to snapping.
He groans every time he sinks into you, his growls rumbling into your back and ratcheting up the intensity another notch. You feel lost in a sea of sensation, moored only by the places of contact between you and Price. Your hips are humping back against Priceโ€™s cock unconsciously, unable to help yourself and unable to get enough of him.
โ€œI wanna come again,โ€ You say, and it comes out in a demanding sort of whine. Itโ€™s a little humbling to hear yourself and realise that you sound so honest to god bratty, but you canโ€™t bring yourself to care when Price is apparently in such a giving mood today.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna come, love.โ€ He promises. His voice has that tone to it, the one youโ€™ve always tried to ignore during work because it makes you so horny. The authoritative one, when it drops just a bit in pitch, when it sounds just a little like a threat.
But despite his promise, he doesnโ€™t change his steady pace. Youโ€™re just this side of overwhelmed, but you still need more to push you over the edge into the second orgasm thatโ€™s simmering in your lower stomach.ย 
โ€œPlease, daddy,โ€ You let the name pass your lips on a whimper, finally giving in and calling him by the title heโ€™s so clearly craving. Heโ€™s fucked all the shame out of your body at this point, leaving you with nothing but white hot desperation. โ€œPlease, please make me come againโ€“โ€
โ€œFuckinโ€™ Christโ€“โ€
Priceโ€™s arm reaches around your front, and youโ€™re startled when his big palm wraps around your throat. You think for a moment that youโ€™re about to get choked, but no pressure follows. He just grips you there, gentle and secure, before using his hold on you to pull you back against him so that heโ€™s rutting up into you at a speed thatโ€™s overwhelming in the best way. His other arm reaches around your belly so that he can rub at your clit as he rails you into the couch. His soft grip on your throat ensures that no matter how much you try to squirm your way back into meeting his thrusts, youโ€™re forced into stillness.ย 
Itโ€™s exactly what you wanted, and it has you wheezing and hiccuping out moans on every stroke. Itโ€™s better than you ever could have hoped for, and youโ€™re nearly sobbing from the sheer sensation of it all. You feel your abdomen drawing tight, heat beginning to build rapidly in the bottom of your belly as he strokes at your clit hard and fast at a pace that matches his fucking.
You know that youโ€™re already starting to shake, trembling from head to toe. You canโ€™t even keep your back arched anymore, though you donโ€™t think Price gives a shit because he just nuzzles at the base of your shoulder as he fucks into you. Between his cock and his fingers, everything just feels too much but your body is strung taut as you proverbially climb higher and higher.
โ€œOh god, Iโ€™mโ€“ yes, yes, yesโ€“โ€ You chant, your voice high and reedy and so damn needy.
Then the world falls out from under you. With one last whimpering moan, your body convulses beneath the heavy weight of your captainโ€™s big body. Your vision practically wipes out, and you squeeze down around Priceโ€™s dick and pulse. Your whole body rocks with the flood of pleasure, the warm fuzzy feeling that makes you feel as though youโ€™re losing your mind. You know that your hips are twitching madly, simultaneously trying to get more and less as you get overwhelmed by the feeling of him fucking you through it all.
Youโ€™re still coming down from the sweet release of your orgasm when Price practically tears himself away from you, leaving you cruelly empty and clenching around nothing. You let out a sharp sound of loss, startled that heโ€™s pulled away so suddenly, and you find yourself slumping bonelessly against the couch now that his hands are no longer supporting you.
The wet shlurping sounds from behind you prompt you to glance lazily over your shoulder from where your face is smushed against the cushions, and youโ€™re blessed with the sight of Price tugging his cock furiously behind you. His cheeks are bright red as he stares at the mess heโ€™s made of you, his jaw soft and his mouth open as he pants.
He sees you looking, and whatever expression is on your face seems to be his undoing. He takes in your tear-clumped eyelashes and your dazed expression, and you can practically see the moment he hurtles over the edge. He practically snarls, his nose scrunching in a way thatโ€™s unexpectedly adorable right as his cock gives one fat pump of thick white come, then several smaller sputterings that collect in a creamy puddle right at the base of your spine, just over the swell of your ass.
You sigh, your eyelids fluttering lazily shut as you relish the feeling of his hot come hitting your skin. You still canโ€™t manage to pull yourself together, feeling loose and floaty like youโ€™re on another fucking planet entirely. Youโ€™re only distantly aware of his big palm rubbing gentle circles on the small of his back; you think for a second that heโ€™s just trying to soothe you, until your fucked out brain catches up and you realise that heโ€™s rubbing his come into you like itโ€™s goddamn lotion. Your cunt gives a tired throb at the realisation, fluttering as though itโ€™s sad that he didnโ€™t come inside.
โ€œFuckโ€ฆโ€ You hear him rumble from behind you, then a hot heavy weight settling over you yet again. This time, he pulls you back into his arms to hold you tight against his chest.ย 
You go perfectly limp, curling into him and nuzzling into his sweaty hairy chest. Despite yourself, youโ€™re reminded of cuddling with a massive teddy bear. All you can do is hum, basking in the affection and hardly able to think at this point after heโ€™s turned your brain into a slurry of feelings without thoughts.
โ€œYou okay, love?โ€ Price asks. You can feel his nose nuzzling against your temple, though you canโ€™t quite summon the energy to open your eyes again. โ€œDid I go too hard on you?โ€
Your legs are still shaky, your hamstrings aching and your back throbbing a little from the pounding youโ€™ve just taken. But Price is being so lovely and soft, so gentle with you right now. His hands coast over your hips, your back, your waist, squeezing a little bit just because he seems to like the way you feel in his hands.
โ€œShhh,โ€ You drawl shakily. โ€œDonโ€™t make me think right now.โ€
A low chuckle, and you feel his broad chest rumble with it where your head is laying atop him. His fingers run up the length of your spine, the touch making you shiver. He touches you like youโ€™re delicate, a stark contrast to the way heโ€™d just fucked you into your sad little office couch. It makes something in your belly squirm.
โ€œAlright. My girl just needed to switch off for a while, hm?โ€ He murmurs, and you can hear the clear undertone of amusement in his voice. โ€œHow are you going to finish out work today if youโ€™re all sleepy like this, huh?โ€
That wakes you up a little, and you finally blink your eyes open again in order to look up at him. An edge of panic is beginning to creep in as awareness comes back to you, and you take a deep breath as your hands curl against his chest.
โ€œOh my god.โ€ You blurt, eyes growing wide. โ€œIโ€“ weโ€™re at work!โ€
โ€œSharp as ever, darling.โ€
Not even Priceโ€™s lazy wryness can distract you now. You try to wiggle off the couch, already craning your head around in search of your clothes, but Priceโ€™s thick arm locks tight around your middle and keeps you pressed to him.
โ€œWe have toโ€“ oh my god, we have to get dressed, what if someone walks inโ€“โ€
โ€œShh, shhh, I locked the door when I came in,โ€ Price grumbles. He doesnโ€™t appear too impressed with the way youโ€™re attempting to wiggle away, but it doesnโ€™t matter so much; even with one arm heโ€™s perfectly capable of keeping you pinned in place against his chest. โ€œLie back down, love.โ€
Slowly, you let yourself relax back into him. Itโ€™s hard to hold onto your panic when heโ€™s so obviously unbothered, so you end up hesitantly snuggling back up against his chest as his arms come up to close around you. Despite his encouragement, youโ€™re unsure whether or not youโ€™re allowed to be touching him like this. But his hands donโ€™t stray from you, not even once, and gradually you return to your previous state of being a puddle of limbs and pliant muscle.
โ€œThatโ€™s it, relax.โ€ He coaxes, clearly pleased now that youโ€™re melting back into him.ย 
โ€œI have so much work to catch up on.โ€ You grumble, though you have no intention of actually going anywhere now that heโ€™s given you the greenlight to stay like this.
His chest vibrates beneath your cheek, and you realise heโ€™s chuckling again. It feels good, and you sigh softly as your fingers stroke lightly over the defined shape of his soft pecs.
โ€œYou think I wasnโ€™t capable of keeping the ship afloat for the couple of days you were gone?โ€ He asks, one hand stroking over your flank then dipping lower to flatten his palm over your left asscheek. โ€œI finished out those little files you were stressinโ€™ over. No picture of Ghost for his, but like I said, thatโ€™s standard.โ€
You had known that he had finished updating the files for you when you had seen Farahโ€™s, but hearing it straight from his mouth is something else entirely. You purse your lips and lower your eyes, still embarrassed about your little freak out despite his apologies.ย 
โ€œThank you.โ€ You mumble.ย 
You try to hide your face in his chest again, but a large hand on your jaw stops you by tilting your head back and forcing you to look at him. A thumb strokes over your cheek, and then heโ€™s leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth. You respond tiredly but eagerly, still hardly able to believe that your boss that youโ€™ve been mooning after for months is being so affectionate and intimate with you.
Price pulls back slightly so that your lips are just barely touching, breathing each otherโ€™s air for a moment.
โ€œAsk for help when you need it, sweetheart.โ€ He murmurs, his lips dragging over yours. โ€œThatโ€™s what Iโ€™m here for. We help each other with the workload, alright?โ€
โ€œYeah,โ€ You breathe, leaning in eagerly in the hopes of getting another kiss. โ€œAlright.โ€
Price smiles, his cheeks going all full and round as his eyes crinkle, and you feel your heart throb so violently it feels as though it jumps right up into your throat. He leans in and kisses you again, soft and sweet as his beard rasps against your chin.
You want to stay like this forever, wrapped up so warm and cosy and safe in his arms. He makes you feel so safe, like youโ€™re valued and appreciated, and you canโ€™t even feel bad about being lazy because he so clearly doesnโ€™t want to move either.
โ€œLet me come home with you tonight,โ€ He says suddenly, and you feel his bicep contract as he squeezes you closer. โ€œYou have an apartment off base, donโ€™t you? Iโ€™llโ€ฆ why donโ€™t I cook you dinner, hm? Want to show you how much I appreciate all the work you do.โ€
Thereโ€™s a pause, then he adds cautiously, โ€œIf Iโ€™m not being presumptuous, that is.โ€
You canโ€™t stop the shy smile from overtaking your face. Heโ€™s so sweet, and being on the receiving end of this kind of attention from him is more than you ever could have expected. Ridiculously, he seems a little nervous as well, and you come to the slow realisation that he had been vulnerable with you as well when it came to his interests when he had fucked you.
โ€œI thought this was you appreciating the work I do.โ€ You say coyly, glancing pointedly at all of your bare skin pressed up against his.
โ€œMm. You do a lot of work, and Iโ€™m very appreciative.โ€ Price murmurs, squeezing teasingly at your ass.
You giggle despite yourself, relishing the light-hearted air between the two of you. At the sound of your laugh, Priceโ€™s expression brightens further; itโ€™s strange, seeing your usually stern, stressed captain being so sweet with you. Youโ€™re so used to seeing him with that flinty determined look in his eyes, or barking orders, or with his eyes sagging with exhaustion after a long deployment only to return to a pile of mission reports. Seeing him like this, with those soft eyes and a fond smile, makes your heart feel as though itโ€™s beating out of rhythm.
โ€œI said Iโ€™d look after you, sweetheart.โ€ He murmurs, and this time his voice is missing that teasing undertone from before. He sounds so earnest now, almost painfully so. โ€œYou just need to let me.โ€
Yeah, you think to yourself as you let yourself succumb to the drowsy haze thatโ€™s been tugging at you, allowing your eyes to slide shut as you nuzzle into Priceโ€™s bare chest. You think letting John Price look after you might just be the easiest thing youโ€™ve ever done.
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โคทโCan't be Shared | Coriolanus SnowโžหŽหŠ-
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โ‡ขโ˜พWarning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!
โ‡ขโ˜พPairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader
โ‡ขโ˜พSummary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem
โ‡ขโ˜พA/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)
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He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.
When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitolsโ€™ richest eyed you like a meal.
His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, โ€œI changed my mind.โ€ He said, โ€œI am not sharing after all.โ€
You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.
He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.
You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.
Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.
Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, โ€œBe on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.โ€
You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.
Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.
You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.
You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.
One. Snow was here.
Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.
Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.
And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.
A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. โ€œBehave,โ€ Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.
โ€œSorry,โ€ you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.
He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.
Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.
Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, โ€œNo! Please!โ€ But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. โ€œSnow, please,โ€ you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.
He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. โ€œMy meal is finished,โ€ he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.
โ€œBut I am not done with you yet,โ€ he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.
โ€œI don't think I'll ever be done with you,โ€ he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. โ€œDon't be,โ€ you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.
Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.
His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. โ€œYou're the Queen of Panem now,โ€ he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. โ€œThe First Lady of Panem.โ€
With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.
โ€œYou're mine,โ€ he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, โ€œMy bird in a cage. My property.โ€
โ€œI'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,โ€ he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. โ€œIs that understood, my bird?โ€ He asked.
The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.
You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.
He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.
His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.
He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.
He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.
All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.
The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.
His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, โ€œFuck.โ€ His icy eyes glare at you, โ€œDon't.โ€ Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. โ€œAh!โ€ You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.
โ€œTake it,โ€ he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.
โ€œGentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.โ€ He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.
The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.
You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. โ€œThat's it, my bird,โ€ he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.
His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. โ€œFirst lady of Panem,โ€ he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.
โ€œFirst Ladyโ€ฆโ€ you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.
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gremlingottoosilly ยท 5 months ago
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Blind!Reader who accidentally bumped hard into Mafia!Konig, hard enough for to Konig thought it's some punk who wants to pick a fight with him but only to find a cute girlie with a walking stick that sprawled on the floor because of the wall of meat he is (feel free to use the "you hurt your ankle!?" excuse for him to take Blind!Reader for his own)
Konig was ready to kill when he felt someone bump into him. A fucker should be blind not to notice this wall of muscles and bottled anger coming his way - and Konig sure as hell would make them blind if they are dumb enough not to look around when they are walking. His hand goes to grasp his gun - an instinct, in case the fucker wasn't just dumb, but an enemy...and then he hears a whimper. Clacking of a stick falling to the ground. Cute whimpers. Female whimpers. The "oh my god, sir, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to bump into you, but they changed the street layout since winter and-" God, you were fucking adorable. Precious. Pretty. Cute. Whimpering like a kitten when he helped you stand up, letting you clutch on his hands as a guiding line. Supported you by your waist while handing you the walking stick - and not letting go of your body even as you were trying to stand up without being wobbly. He knows you're probably fine, you didn't fall that badly, but he grasps for straws in trying to keep you by his side. Apologizes, even, his nervous and anxious self returning for a second as he understands that the situation isn't about possible murder. It's about possibly finding a cute girlfriend. Now, he obviously can't leave you to fend for yourself. Konig doesn't care that you survived on your own and is perfectly fine without him - he also doesn't care that you really hate having him dote over you like you're some helpless creature. He needs you by his side, preferably under him, and the fact you survived for so long on your own actually doesn't say anything - he needs to protect you, even if it means being as overbearing as possible. Even if it means simply picking you up like a lost cat and getting you over his shoulder, squeezing your ass one time before packing you into a dark vehicle. You can calm down by trying to memorize his face through your hands, and he can memorize himself with the curves of your sweet body. God, he is going to enjoy making you his...even if it means locking you up in his mansion so no enemy could use you to get to him.
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