#fuckin took Chase's last name-

[zanarkandskylines]

₊✩‧₊◜ can’t stop thinking about the possibility of getting caught with Bakugo in public on a patrol shift.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ 18+ MDNI! Voyeurism, dirty talk, some praise/pet names, biting/scratching, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cream pie

“Mmph, mm!”

“Shh, baby, ya gotta keep it down,” Bakugo coos, tenderly stroking your hips before driving his cock into you full force again, pressing your back up against the brick wall of the alleyway. “Someone’ll hear how good your gettin’ fucked.”

It was a slow patrol day, no emergency calls or distress signals for the last hour or so. By some miracle, the two of you were stationed to neighboring sectors for the second time this week. Your schedules were opposite as of late, only getting to see each other in passing or on a day off, so you took advantage of the time you were given.

Bakugo bounced you off his hips with his thrusts, holding you effortlessly as he drilled away at your drenched pussy, slick frothing up between you two. The way your walls clenched around him and massaged every inch of his thick cock has his head spinning. You had one hand over your mouth and one on his shoulder, desperately trying to cover up your ascending moans.

“Ahh Dynamight!” you whine as your hand slips from your face, biting your bottom lip - hard enough to leave it pulsing and flushed. You’re too delirious and fucked out to keep your volume hushed, every single nerve in your body on fire with each buck of his hips.

“That’s-mmph-right, ba-fuck-by, only the number two hero can...fuck you this fuckin’ good,” Bakugo growls, pulling you by the waist to plunge deeper into your tight cunt, hot breath tickling your neck. The angle makes your eyes roll back, swearing he's piercing your cervix as drool threatens to drip from the corners of your mouth. You claw at his chest, viciously groping his pecs and twisting his clothed nipples beneath your fingers. An animalistic groan erupts from his throat as his pacing becomes brutal, the pleasure becoming unbearable in your belly. Your slurring words as they're spilling from your lips, garbled by the moans bubbling up from deep within you.

The communicator in both your ears beeps simultaneously and the general alert of "Assistance Requested in Sector...," signaling any nearby heroes for help. Bakugo kisses your jaw repeatedly, nipping at the skin in-between each peck of his lips.

"Go'head princess, cum all over my cock for me."

The thread inside you snaps violently, the pressure of your orgasm wracking your body so hard that you're close to passing out from the rush. You're vibrating and clamping down on him with newfound strength that he's gasping for breath when he feels the flood of slick coat his dick, dripping from your folds, down his length and onto the ground between thrusts. There's an audible sloshing as Bakugo's tempo becomes uneven, chasing his own release.

"Fuck! Y've never...squeezed me like this...you're so fuckin'-mm-tight!"

His words are strained as he latches onto your collarbone, canines sinking through your hero suit and piercing your skin. A breathless scream escapes you as you feel the explosive release against your walls, hot spurts of seed flowing into you and combining with your own spend. Bakugo's knees buckle and threaten to let him collapse as he catches you - steadying himself to hold you and use the wall as support. His crimson gaze meets yours, darting between your parted lips and lidded eyes.

"Ch-christ baby, that was insane," he rasps through harsh breathing. His follow up kiss is rough, a silent thank you between clashing tongues and bruised lips. He breaks the kiss to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, sweat collecting on your suit from his forehead.

"I'll take th' call, your shift's up anyways. I'll swing by your place after, 'kay?" Bakugo whispers as he's putting you down slowly, pulling out of you as he keeps you upright on jelly legs. All you can do is nod and smile, readjusting your hero suit to its natural state. He's fixing his own clothes and notices you're shaking like a leaf, struggling to stand up straight.

"Y'okay to get home? I can take ya if you can't walk. 's my fault anyways."

"Y-yeah, I think so. I'll just sit here for a few minutes," you say, sliding down the wall and plopping to the ground. "I legitimately think you fucked me into another dimension for a hot second."

Bakugo snickers, kneeling down to cradle your cheek and kiss you again, but this time, it's featherlight.

"Glad to have ya back in this one."

You say goodbye, waving to him as he leaves the alley to answer the earlier distress call. His voice travels through your intercom as he responds and heads to the neighboring sector, a few explosions ringing through the air. The pulsing in your center calms to a flutter within the next few minutes and allows you to finally get to your feet. Good thing you're next scheduled patrol isn't for a few days - you're gonna need some recovery time after a fucking like that.

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[hazbinwhoree]

OMGGGG pleaseee i need a part 2 to Adam’s sinner 😩😩😩😩 Maybe it’s the next extermination and Adam protects his darling sinner from exterminators 👀👀

Maybe more smut if you’d like 🫣

Adam’s Sinner

Part 2/3 Part 3

A/N: As much as I would love to make it smutty, I have a lot of smut requests and I don’t want it to get repetitive so this piece is just hella fluffy. I hope you enjoy anyway xox

Adam didn’t really come up with a solution to keep his promise, rather he just used his status in Heaven to come and go as he pleased, and would sneak down to Hell once a month.

His mask had demonic features, which worked in his favor staying discrete in Hell. Not that he was out and about for long, he always went straight to (Name)’s house, but still.

A year passed, and their little system was working, and before they knew it, the next extermination was upon them. “Remember,” Adam said during his last visit before the extermination. “Lock down. Stay inside. Hide.” “I know.” He kissed her forehead.

The extermination was brutal, as it always was. Adam had about a hundred and six kills under his belt and was bragging about his last kill to Lute. Then he saw something that made his blood run cold.

(Name), running from one of his exterminators.

Lute noticed Adam’s face drop, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “Are you okay, sir?” Adam didn’t answer, instead rushing towards the alley his exterminator had chased (Name) into.

(Name) was on the ground, his exterminator’s foot on her chest. She raised her spear and (Name) closed her eyes. “HEY!” His exterminator, Danni, jumped, spear faltering. “Sir?”

“This one is mine,” Adam bit back his panic. “She fucked up one of my kills last year.”

“Oh. Sorry, sir, she’s all yours.” Danni flew off, chasing an sinner. Once she was out of sight, Adam rounded on (Name).

“What the FUCK are you doing out here? I told you to stay inside! You were almost fucking killed!”

“Adam-“

“No, you know what, I don’t even want to fucking hear it.” Adam was seething from the scare she’d just given him. “Get your fucking ass home, right now, we will talk about this later.”

They both looked around to make sure no one was watching before they each departed, Adam back to the skies and (Name) back to her apartment. Adam paused his killing spree to make sure she got home safe from afar.

Later that night, when all the exterminators had returned to Heaven, Adam made his way to (Name)’s place.

“You want to tell me why you were out on the fucking streets during the damn extermination?”

(Name) looked embarassed. “My friend–”

“No friend is worth risking YOUR life. You fucking hear me?” (Name) couldn’t look at him, slightly intimidated. Adam sighed. “...Sorry.”

He pulled her into him and closed his wings around her. She wound her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. For a few minutes they just stood there, Adam reassuring himself that she was there and she was fine.

“Don’t do shit like that, tits, you scared the fuck out of me.” (Name) chuckled, Adam sounding much more like himself now. She took his hands in hers.

“I’m sorry. That was stupid of me.”

Adam scoffed. “Yeah it fuckin’ was. You’re lucky I love your dumbass.”

“You love me?”

Adam’s mind was a chorus of “shit shit shit”, but he owned it. “Yeah, what’s the big fucking deal?”

(Name) smiled and yanked him down to her level by the collar, pressing her lips to his. Adam melted into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips. After a long moment, they pulled apart.

“I love you too.”

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[l13]

Hi Robin can I request simon "ghost" Riley with a s/o that ADHD and has a hard time with staying calm but is always hyper. So, simon finds a way for his s/o to burn the energy (*cough SEX)

Tysm ❤️

Hellooo!!Thank you sm for the request<333

i re-wrote this 2 times help. it's still very lazy and messy writing but i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, female!reader, rough sex, ass/tit slapping, name-calling, ghost being mean/desperate

Simon never really had a problem with how hyper you were.

nah i'm sorry that's a whole ass lie💀 he found you exhausting and tiring to deal with the first time he met you

Whenever you'd get paired up with him and Soap for jobs, Ghost felt like he was babysitting two grown adults, but don't worry he grew to love and cherish that side of you with time (as he did Soap's)

you'd often have to take your energy out by training much more frequently- finding that punching something always took your mind off things, that way you could focus better while on the field.

but it also meant that you sometimes worked too hard- pushing your body to its limits, even going as far as to train a few hours before jobs,

not only was that draining for your physical and mental health, but you were also a liability to the team

so seeing how ghost was your superior and your lover, he suggested you let your frustrations and energy out some other way

"Ah-shit, you gonna let me do all the work then?" you panted, hands supporting yourself on his chest as you bounced up and down his cock. Simon grinned lazily, slapping the side of your ass, "You needed to burn off steam, sweetheaaah fuuck-" he threw his head back, gripping your hips tightly when you started to roll your hips in circles, and you laughed lightly.

"That's right, I did" you hummed, "But.. if we're gonna do this then I control the pace." you mutter, bending down to leave a quick peck on his mouth but when you went to sit back up he wrapped one arm around your back securely, pulling you flash against him and making you gasp.

"By all means, love" he utters against your lips, hand getting tangled in your hair as he spoke "M yours." you both moaned in each other's mouths as youleaned in for a bruising kiss, his hand on your ass softly encouraging your movements. "Fuck- say that again baby, Simon please-" you panted, hips rolling painfully slow, and you felt his cock jump inside you at your pleading.

"I'm yours, love. Only yours." he hisses when you bite the side of his neck, and he lays a harsh slap on your bum in reply. "Fuckin' move already" his nails dig in the skin of your ass as he tries to get you to do something other than this torture, and you grab his jaw tightly, "I control the pace, remember?" he snarls up at you, his hips snapping up suddenly and you cry out. "And I'm letting you, but if you don't move in the next five seconds, I'll bend you over and fuck this tight cunt until you forget your own name. Got it?"

A shiver runs down your spine as you nod wordlessly, "Yes, sir." He hums, pushing his hips up until he's filled you to the brim- your last warning. "Atta girl,"

You slowly start to set a new pace and five minutes later you're full on riding this man like your life depends on it- you can't complain at the fact that he's rutting up against you each time your hips comes down on him harshly because you're too busy lost in your own pleasure, eyes losing focus as you moan uncontrollably, his own groans muffled against your collarbone. "Pussy's gripping me so fucking tight, holy fuckin' shit." The sound of skin slapping skin is so loud that you can only hope no one's passing outside your room at this hour.

It seemed Simon was too far gone as well, forgetting his previous words as he holds your ass cheeks apart, chasing your wet cunt with deep plunges of his own, his low moans sounding like music to your ears.

"Fuck baby just like that- please please," he pulls your head back roughly by your hair, and you whimper, "What's the matter, huh? Not controllin' the fuckin' pace now, are you love?" "No 'm not, s'fine jus' fuck me, please fuck me harder-" he groans loudly, sitting up suddenly and you fall back in surprise, back hitting the sheets, mewling as his cock slips out of your wet pussy "Put it back in, put it back in",

He clicks his tongue at your whines, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock to line himself up "Shut up," he thrusts inside you in one go, slapping your tits for good measure, as he starts fucking you roughly.

"Fuckin' whore can't even ride me without getting dumb on my cock, yeah?" there's sweat dripping down Ghost's face, his arms flexing with how hard he's holding on to your hips, pushing them back to meet his cock each time he thrusts in you- and he can't take his eyes off of the way your pretty pussy hugs his fat cock.

"Yeahyeahyeah 's soo good, love it s'much" you're squirming under his hold- bringing your hand to your pussy to rub at your clit messily and he snarls when you clench around him tightly, "Fuuck- you love my cock so much you can't even speak, lovie?" he pushes your hand away and replaces it with his own, thumb rubbing your puffy clit as he bends down to spit on it, reveling in the sight of you writhing for him.

Your hand flies to cover your mouth as you scream, back arching, hips moving around messily as you try to escape his thrusts, and he growls when your squirming almost causes him to slip out of your pussy. "Take it. Take my fuckin' cock," you clench tightly around him as you finally come, and he moans loudly, eyes never leaving the way your body twitches and shakes, grinding his hips until you can feel his balls press on your ass, and he stays there as you ride out your orgasm.

"Did so well for me, lovie. So fuckin' good." you hum weakly, pushing your hips back on him, and he inhales sharply, "Want you t'come inside me, Simon. Please?" his cock twitches at your words, and he resumes his pace- pounding inside your cunt harshly, your name on his lips like a mantra- "I want it, please baby. I want your come so much. Deep inside my fucking pussy." you lick your lips, and he bends down to kiss you messily, "Yeah?" he whimpers lowly when you clench around him, and you nod,

"Yeah, baby." your hand comes up to scratch at the nape of his neck and he shivers, hips stuttering "Deep, deep inside me." you whisper and his eyebrows draw together as he looks at you, jaw dropping, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when your other hand drops to fondle his balls softly "Want to feel you for days,"

Simon thrusts two- three more times, and then plunges himself deep inside your cunt, grinding as he comes inside you- all the while moaning loudly against your collarbone, drool dropping on your skin. "Fuh-fuck. Oh my fucking God, baby shit-" he whines as he tries to catch his breath, his own thighs shaking now- and you kiss his temple as you smile innocently down at him, as if his cum isn't dripping down your ass.

He grins up at you weakly, pressing a kiss on your jaw, "You still pent-up?"

"God, no. I can't feel my legs"

His shoulders shake as he laughs, breath tickling your neck and you join him, running your fingers through his dirty blond locks softly.

2023 © l13 | Do not steal, copy, edit, translate or re-post any of my works.

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[matchadobo]

KIDD; overheard

wc: 2768

summary: kidd overhead virgin!freader moaning out his name

warning/s: nsfw🔞, fem reader, v1brators, first-time-s3x, cooming inside, cunnilingus, thr0at fucking, fluff in the end

you never had sex. you're a virgin. and kidd respects that. kidd had been courting you because you insist on doing it the traditional way. he just likes you so much he does sacrifices for you. he's not the type of guy who'd go through such lengths for a girl, but with you, man he'd do anything to let him love you.

you wouldn't expect that a man of his stature wouldn't talk you into having sex when you two started getting romantically involved. kidd was, of course, not a virgin. a man like him, who's built like a fucking fridge, who's tongue brings him so many places, who's charisma is unparalleled, and his overflowing sex appeal. you admit that your boyfriend is hot, and you want to know what i feels to bed him someday. he's perfectly aware of your situation and he gaves you free reign of your sexual status, he never forces you to go all the way. it's just all about touching between the both of you.

it's mostly on kidd's end when we talk about containing it. especially when you don't fix up yourself around him on domestic days. or when you don a pretty little dress.

you'd be fooling yourself if you don't wanna do more than touching and kissing with him. each time he takes his shirt off and his happy trail shows. how his muscles flex when he's reaching over something high or hugging you. you can't help but be curious of how it'd feel if he have his way with you.

so that one night where curiosity won over you, you decided to buy a vibrator since you can't find it in you to ask the guy that's been courting you and you who has been constantly insisting on taking things slow. once you're all alone, you discarded your clothes and lied on his bed. you were staying with him for the night. you could've done it in your place but, the scent of his cologne on his sheets and the sight of his things made you more aroused.

as you spread yourself on the bed, you don't know the first thing about vibrators. all you knew was how badly you wanted him, how you imagine him doing the stimulation and not this expensive fucking vibrating rod. as you felt the splurge of pleasure, you were out of this world. your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your mouth muttered his name with the filthiest intent.

little did you know, kidd was on his way back to his place. he just got off the elevator and is walking toward his unit with a handful of takeout for your date night. he was exhausted from work today and all he wanted to do was come home to you and feel you. not fully aware of your act.

"y'all fuck yet?" heat asked over the phone. kidd tsked through the call.

"if that's what the hell you're gonna talk about i'll block you." he almost hit the end call if it weren't for killer taking over.

"listen, we're just iffy about this courting thing. you always start your relationships with fucking or something." killer calmly retorted. "plus, it's been three months and you two are kind of a blur, aye? don't you think it's time to take a step much higher?"

"let me tell you freaks somethin': name is the most precious angel that ever crossed this earth, ya hear me? she ain't some whore i chase to keep my cock warm. i want to have somethin' special with her, cuz hey, she's one special lady herself." he took a deep breath before continuing, fishing out his keycard from his wallet. "ain't it enough reason to wait it out? i imagine sex with her like a good ol' scotch, aye? longer you wait, tastier it gets. i know she couldn't resist me either, the way those eyes linger ain't a wholesome thing. all the more reason the sex'll be so fuckin' sweet once she's ready." he emphasized on the last three words.

you were too lost in the glee of the stimulation, you didn't even hear the beep of his door as he got inside. as kidd settled his stuff down and calmed down by his couch, he started to wonder where you are. he roamed around his unit to find you, only to hear faint noises of your voices. they sounded like whimpers so he started getting worried and hurried to find where the sound was coming from.

he felt his dick tighten in his pants when he heard you moaning out his name loud and clear. his grasp on the plastic bag carrying your food tightened, he swallowed a hard lump down his throat. he couldn't resist barging in on you.

he would nut right then and there. when he saw you wide open right before him, you reached your climax just as he went in. your scream resounding in the room. so you sat frozen with your legs spread, one hand on the vibrator while the other played with your tits. you stopped immediately and hid yourself under his sheets, your face flushed red in sheer embarrassment. "w-what the hell?! i-i- what the fuck are you doing here, kidd?!"

he sighed before saying, "in case you didn't know; this is my room," he pulled his shirt over his head, walking a step closer to you. "and you're naked," he unbuckled his belt, getting even closer to you. "wide open." he kicked his pants away the floor, crawling by the bed. "moaning my name unbefitting of a cute little thing such as yourself." he pulled the sheets you were covering yourself with. "this much is fuckin' rich coming from someone who insists on taking it slow. your words bit you back in the ass, aye?"

you were flushed red at his proximity, your eyes shakily alternating between his. "i-i wasn't..."

"wasn't what? fucking yourself with that thing and imagining i was ramming into you?" he cocked a brow, canines tugging by his lower lip. "baby, hadn't i told you that you can just tell me if you wanna give it a go? i'm more than happy to teach ya," he gave your cheeks a soft caress.

his big hands trailed down your jaw, fingers tracing the edge of your face, down to the column of your neck until he wrapped his hands around your it and pulled you closer. eliciting a moan out of you, his grin widening. "aren't you a filthy, little slut too?"

he kissed you on your open mouth, the grip on your neck tightening. "what were you thinking about, hm?" he pressed the vibrator closer to your clit after flicking the button on. "was i too hot for you? you want me to fuck you up so bad, huh? stretch this tight, little thing wide, fucking, open." he pressed foreheads with you after licking your lips.

all you could do was pout and curl up your brows, your eyes rolling at the back of your head as you didn't even know what kind of high you're in right now. "nghh- kidd- please...!" you bit your lip, clawing at his arms.

"please what? i can stop." he gently whispered against your ear. "i can take care of mine just fine you know." he gestured to his bulging length underneath his brief. you felt yourself choke at the act, imagining how he'd be like.

"n-no!" you responded, squirming under him. he hasn't discarded the vibrator but only made it even more extreme. "k-keep going... i-i want to go all the way, okay?"

"aye." he nodded, giving you a long, wet kiss before turning the vibrator off. he ducked his head down and placed soft, gentle kisses on your inner thighs, teasing your sopping cunt by his stippled pecks. "ready?" he stared at you, his hot breath tickling your folds. you nodded with pressed lips, bracing yourself with his tongue.

he languidly dragged his tongue down the line of your folds, not breaking eye contact as he watch you squirm with only just his tongue. how you sound so much like a slut just for him. he pulled your hips closer, drowning his face within your opening and the flesh of your thighs. he hummed through you as a response to your moans, vibrations pumping through your veins. he took it a notch higher and slid a finger in. you were becoming limp at this point.

but you wanted to please him too, you want to help him with that tent in his pants. so once you pushed his head deeper and you pulled on his hair, you came in his mouth. he sipped in your juices, slurping in your cum.

"c-can i please you too?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"i was just about to say that." he stood up on the bed, holding your jaw by his hands. "go ahead, love."

you hesitantly raise your hands, still looking at him. your fingers crept on his waistbands, sliding them off. his pulsating length sprung out, dripping with precum. you couldn't help but act surprise at the size of him even though you already know that he's phenomenally huge. he would already cum right then and there when he saw the enormous difference between the size of him to your face, how your eyes try to fathom how you'd fit that in your mouth and in your cunt.

you start to wrap your cold fingers around him, a gasp escaping him at your contact. you pumped unsurely, from his flushed head down to his veiny shaft. you opened your mouth and gave a kitten lick by his head, keeping an eye on him before swallowing him whole. he was so huge you gagged when you were just by the half of him.

his hands found its way to the sides of your head as he pushed his length further in your throat, relishing on the warmth of your mouth. you dug your nails by the skin of his hips, eyes watering at the impact of the head of his length touching the back of your throat. he grunted as he tried to restrain himself to let you adjust.

once you let go with a pop, strings of saliva trailed from his head to your lips. there were scattered drools on your lips, you wiped it with the back of your palm. "w-wait, i- you're too big." you giggled shyly, tucking your hair by your ear.

"yeah? sure you can handle it?" he rubbed your chin between his thumb and index, studying your expressions. "i assure you, it will be a lot fucking bigger inside you."

you gulped deeply, face heating up. so you cleared your throat, and prepped yourself to do it once more. you slowly got used to bobbing your head back and forth, the friction of your lips gliding across the surface of his veiny length. as your saliva coated his shaft, it became more slippery and easier to slide in your mouth.

kidd was cursing out words each time his cock slipped in and out of your mouth. he pushed himself further, despite your protests of drumming his hips. he pulled on your hair tightly, fucking your mouth in an unforgiving pace. once he came in your mouth, he left it there for a while, his cum dripping down your throat. you had to catch your breath as residue of cum and drool littered your chin.

he sat down before you,"for a beginner, you're goddamn amazing." he placed a kiss on your forehead then to you lips. as he kissed you fervently; his hands went from choking your neck, squeezing your tits with his palms, and rubbing on your clit as he spread your wetness from your cunt to your inner thighs. "let me spread you up for the finale." he mumbled against your open mouth which elicited breathy moans. his thigh and shoulder provided support for your frame as he fingered you open.

your hand reached over his cheek, looking at him with the most vulnerable gaze. he memorized how sinful you looked for him, how your eyes begged for more and how your mouth uttered the neediest response from his stimulation.

you pressed your forehead by his cheek as you approached your climax, clawing at his arms. he watched how your cunt clenched around his fingers at each curl and spread. you ended up breathless after you came.

but he didn't give you any chance to pause and compose yourself, he lied you down the mattress and knelt before your body. he gave his length a few pumps after spitting on it, he teased his meat on your soaking cunt; savoring how you furrow your brows and gawk at him. he spread your legs by your inner thighs, pushing your hips toward his so you two could be very close. kidd leaned down and pressed foreheads with you, "i'm putting it in, aye?" he asked for permission and you hummed. he gave your nose a little kiss before sliding himself in slowly.

"f-fuck...!" he stuttered, breathless at the tightness of your innocent cunt. he could slide in without any pain from his or your end, your walls just clench around him a lot. you too were drooling and too lost at the fullness of his cock, he's way too huge for you to fathom. "if you keep clenching like that i'm not gonna last, love. i haven't even been fully in." he panted, smiling against your cheek.

once he fully got settled, the head of his cock reached your cervix; that's how big he is. after adjusting, he began moving back and forth. it took everything in him to do it slowly, he wanted to fuck you stupid in a harsh pace. you reached for his neck, slowly lling him down to kiss him. "i-it hurts, b-baby. i-i it feels sore." you said in between kisses. "b-but don't stop, i-it feels amazing too." you smiled meekly, a single tear falling at the corner of your eye.

kidd felt motivated to refine his performance, your words were like a brush on his shoulder. he kissed your tears away before saying, "i know, bunny. i promise to only let you feel the good part, hm?"

as you fist the sheets and his grip on your waist tightened, you two slowly found rhythm. kidd adored how pleasured you look right now, to the point that you don't know what to do with yourself. you played with your tits, sucked on his fingers, clawed on his arms, covered your face with the pillows, and clutched your tummy as you grew near. he was doing all of that to you and it was the biggest turn on for him. he reached over to hold your face in his hand, then he rubbed on your lips, and finally wrapped his hands around your neck. you swallowed at the constriction on your throat, his firm hand holding you in place. his other hand was holding your leg that was swung on top of his shoulder. "you close?" he asked, hips unceasing.

you nodded, your eyes becoming swollen at the amount of tears you let out. "me too, baby. i-i'm- ngh fuck!" he too was lost for words, he felt you clench again around him, you felt him throb inside you; the vibration coursing through your veins. "do you want me to p-pull out?"

you didn't know either. it was your first time and you know the risks. but it was kidd. you want him to release inside, to keep you warm, to let his cum drip down your cunt. so you shook your head and pulled him by the neck. "cum inside, release all of it."

from your words, he came right then and there, shooting up ropes of cum inside your womb. "if we're gonna have brats, i'm done for." he panted with his forehead resting on your shoulder.

"me too, mini versions of you are a headache." you giggled a bit, kissing his ear.

"can i just stay inside?" he lied gently beside you, "you just feel so good and i want to sleep like this."

another tear streamed down your cheeks, what a goddamn softie. you nodded turning your back on him and placing your hand above his which was resting atop your stomach. "i'm glad you're my first." you blurted out, blushing afterward.

"i'm glad you're my last, shortcake."

you gave him a glare but he just giggled.

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[covetyou]

the dark caress of someone else

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader x Tess Servopoulos rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: dub con, threesome (mff), oral (f and m receiving), bi reader, unprotected P in V, creampie, praise kink, spit kink, derogatory names (slut), drug reference, unspecified age gap, one singular queef (I'm not sorry), one face slap (with a dick)word count: 6.2k chapter summary: After a little white lie, you go to pick up your dads medication, only to be met by an angry Joel and a (not so) surprise visitor.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love for this silly little series. I appreciate your amazing comments so much, and I don't quite know what to do with myself.

Piggy in the middle is fuckin difficult man. But I guess life imitates art and sometimes there do just be too many holes, hands and other body parts to keep track of. Also pls excuse me but I'm, like, really bi. And Anna Torv's Tess has my whole entire pussy heart.

this part is dedicated to 'The Sweaty Javi' and 'The Hillbilly Duck Hunter' (courtesy of the wonderful @morallyinept). thank you for your services. (pls drink responsibly)

also a shout out to slasher!joel's big ol' balls (spawned by @toxicanonymity) they've been on my mind literally all week and you would not believe the ball content I had to cut from this. only a smidgen of balls remain, but the balls are there in spirit. thanks for the ballspo bb.

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Your dad shook as he threw back his last pill, swallowing dry before chasing it down with a sip of water. He'd been making weak comments about needing to get more all week and you'd always stopped him. You didn't want him to go. You wanted to go.

You both knew that the pushback was all for show, but now a little white lie meant the show was over, for him at least.

"Joel doesn't want you coming to get your pills yourself anymore," you'd told him. It was a barefaced lie, but felt better than telling him the truth. How, exactly, do you tell your dad you're whoring yourself to his drug dealer?

You were fairly certain your dad knew what kind of man Joel Miller was. A Nice Man to some, maybe, but his reputation preceded him. He was known for helping out people when they got into tricky spots. Not all the time, of course, but when you had something he took a fancying to, he'd be more than willing to come to an agreement. Maybe your dad already knew what you were doing for him, for you. Maybe he noticed you had more ration cards these days, a spring in your step. You wondered if he cared, if he'd ever try to stop you.

You make your way to the nicer part of the QZ again the next day. You have a free shift and, despite your dad's protests that you should go spend it with friends, you find yourself climbing chipped steps to an empty hallway once more.

You had left the last time with the slick of oil between your cheeks, down your legs, between your thighs. It had taken days to wash off completely. You didn't mind one bit - whenever you moved the slick of it reminding you of him buried in you to the hilt, fucking you half to death in a way you'd never imagined. Embarrassment, shame, you shouldn't like this, melding together and melting away as he pummelled into you from behind. You'd practically rubbed yourself raw thinking about it, but it was never quite enough.

Uncontrollable excitement thrums through you as you approach his door. And, well, you should have known.

Each time you turn up to Joel Miller's door thinking you know what to expect, and each time you're wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. It seems this time is no different.

You hear it before you even get to the door. Raised voices - a man shouting, a girl crying. You hear muffled snippets of the argument - "fuckin' daddy" here, "you're an asshole" there. You don't want to leave, but the sound of it makes you nervous. The unexpected usually hit when you were already trapped inside Joel's apartment, not when you were waiting in the corridor for the door to open.

You decide to turn and leave, you can come back later or another day, your dad can wait. You can wait. But then the door is opening and a topless brunette is rushing out into the hallway, nearly knocking into you in the process. Tears are streaming down her face as she shoves her arms into her t-shirt, hurrying away muttering "asshole" under her breath.

You watch as she leaves, turning your head back to the open door only when you see movement out the corner of your eye.

You'd never seen him like this. White fury burned behind his eyes as he came to slam the door in the girl's wake. He sees you and halts, fingers gripping the wood so tight you think it might splinter.

"Where's your daddy," he snarls at you.

"At home, in bed. He needs-"

"I know what he fuckin' needs. Get in."

He stalks away from the door, leaving it wide open for you to enter. You follow him in. You'd been trapped in here with him before, but it never felt like this. The fear you had before was because of the unknown, the new - he was a strange man in a strange place. Now he was a man you somewhat knew and trusted, yet in this moment you feared him. You were suddenly keenly aware that he could hurt you, really actually hurt you, if he wanted to.

A cupboard door clanks shut, making you jump, then his imposing figure is stomping back over to you. Grabbing your hand, he wretches it open, pushes a pill packet into your palm, and closes it into a fist around the plastic.

"You can see yourself out," he growls before walking away from you, leaving you standing there, confused.

You frown as you look between the pills he'd just given you and him. "But -"

"But fuckin' what," he yells, turning on you. "I gave you what you want, now go."

You're a fucking idiot, poking the already angry bear, but you step forward anyway. "That's not what I want."

He scoffs at you, hands on hips, shaking his head in disbelief. You felt small just because of the size of him usually, but now he was making you feel small in other ways.

"Use me."

"Use you? You want me to use you?"

You shrug your shoulders. "That's what this is, right? You give me what I want, and I give you what you want." He'd said it himself last time, and now here you were using his own words against him.

"And you think using you is what I want?"

You look him straight in the eye, balls bigger than the universe and say, "Yes."

Angry feet drag him to you, toes stopping barely an inch away from your own. He stares down at you, challenging you to look away, but you crane your neck and keep your eyes locked with his.

When he brings one massive hand gently to your neck, holding your gaze, you try not to flinch. Joel notices, fiery gaze briefly softening, he doesn't want you to be scared of him, and allows the cradle of his hand to push against your throat. You feel your pulse thunder beneath his palm just before the pressure releases.

"You got one last hole I ain't tried yet," he murmurs, dragging the rough pad of his thumb up your jaw and across the swell of your bottom lip. You fight not to kiss it, to take it into your mouth and show him how useful you can be.

The hand drags down your body, fingertips pulling at the neckline of your shirt, before he reaches its hem. You think he's going to put a hand up it, feel your bare skin underneath. Instead he bunches the fabric taught against your chest in one fist, yanking you even closer to him, his fist keeping you from falling flush against his torso.

"Take this off," his breath whispers across your face.

Grip loosening on your shirt, you try not to stumble back as you pull your shirt over your head, cheeks heating when you briefly get it caught on your chin. You weren't wearing a bra today, but if he notices he doesn't react.

Fingers tug at your belt loops. "And these."

You unbutton your pants, pulling them down your legs and off your body, taking your shoes with them. You try not to think about if the other girl was this dressed when Joel decided to kick her out.

Joel kicks your clothes away from you, you watch them skid across the floor, pill packet clattering along with them, before turning back, the fire in his eyes back and all softness forgotten.

"On your fuckin' knees."

You thud to your knees and look up at him. He takes a step back, as if he suddenly doesn't trust himself to be close to you. The thought of him actually hurting you crosses your mind again - you wonder if that'd turn you on the same as the other things he does, the things he does to hurt but make you feel good too. Maybe it would. Maybe if he really wanted to you'd let him.

His eyes rake down your body, taking in your bare tits, nipples hardened under the chill of the room, down the swell of your stomach, across the meat of your thighs and to the dampness forming on the front of your panties.

"Want me to use you, huh?" he says, nostrils flaring as his hands flex beside him.

Your eyes flick to his crotch. You'd only been this close to him in your fantasies, but you find you're salivating just as much as you do in your dreams, aching to run your hands across him and really, finally, feel him.

As if reading your mind, his hand caresses across the front of his pants. Where there had been nothing but the soft shape of him before was a growing tent as he hardened before you. "You want this?"

You nod.

He threads a hand through your hair, scratching at your scalp and cradling your head in his palm. He forces your head back further, until you're looking directly up at him.

"You're gonna have to ask nicely for it, sweetheart."

"Please can I have it," you beg, sounding as needy as you feel. You've never needed anything more than you need this. You know he can see it in your face, in the way you lick your lips as you take him in.

He yanks his pants down in an instant, cock bouncing from their confines. He grabs it in his fist, large hand stroking gently up his length to tug at his tip as he grows. It looks huge in his hand, but you know it'd look so much bigger in yours.

You look up at him wide eyed as you watch him stroke himself. A few strokes and he's solid already. For all you've done with him, for how you've had him inside you, you've never seen it this close. Never seen how veins ripple under skin, foreskin moves back with the movement of his hand to reveal his flushed tip, slit beckoning you to taste.

"Please can I have your co- "

The hard length of him collides harshly with the side of your face. Your lips part in a gasp. You stop yourself from chasing it and engulfing it with your mouth. He hasn't said you could, and you're not stepping a toe out of line. He needs you to be good.

"You really want it?" he teases.

You nod frantically. You must look dumb, like one of those nodding dog ornaments from years ago - glassy eyed and head bobbing at just about anything.

"Kiss it." You do, hesitantly placing a gentle kiss to one side of his tip, then the other, before placing an even softer kiss to his slit. There's a thrill knowing you'd never kissed any part of him before, knowing that the first time you'd pressed your lips to him it was to his cock. If anyone ever found out maybe you'd be embarrassed, but here, in this room, all you wanted was more.

Swallowing heavily and lifting his shaft, he pulls your head closer to him. "Kiss 'em. They wanna feel good too, sweetheart."

You place more soft kisses across the delicate skin of his balls, pushing down the temptation to taste him. Your eyes never leave his face, and his never leave yours. He looks so horny he could smash you through a fucking wall, and you don't think you'd mind if he did.

You keep kissing until he pulls your head back. He's started gently stroking himself again, getting himself off as he watched you worship his balls.

"You wanna taste?"

"I wanna taste," you swallow, sinking down as you spread your knees wide to stop the temptation of rubbing your thighs together, desperate for relief he hasn't said you can have.

"Show me how much you want it."

You snap your jaw open for him, eager to taste more than the swipe of cum he'd spread over your lips weeks ago, as he fists his cock gently over your face. He's teasing you with it still when a whine catches in your throat.

Another tug to your hair tilts your head back, but your eyes strain down to look at the bead of cum that's about to drip from the tip of him. He leans over you, cock in hand and your head held in the other. You watch as he spits down into your mouth, saliva cooling as it falls from his mouth to yours, landing cold on your waiting tongue.

"Good girl. So desperate for it. Keep it open." He moves his dripping tip to your mouth before you can react, swiping it across your tongue, mixing his precum with your, and his, saliva.

You hear it before he does - the sound of a key jingling and a lock turning. It startles you, fright springing across your face as he frowns down at you. You keep your mouth open as the door swings open behind you, exposing your naked body to the hallway and whoever has just entered.

"You home, old man?" a familiar voice you can't place calls out, before the very same voice lets out a low whistle when it catches sight of you.

The door is kicked shut, and there's a thud on the table. Joel is still brandishing his cock as he stares daggers over your head at the intruder. Your fucking mouth is open.

"You mind? I'm busy," he says, wiping the tip of his cock over your tongue again. You salivate at the salty taste of him and try to swallow.

Light footsteps head toward where you kneel on the floor before Joel, knees spread, head up, eyes darting between his face and his grip on his cock.

"Well then, hello there pretty girl." You remember that voice.

Finally letting your eyes flick to the side, you see her. Tess. She seems to recognize you at the same time as you do, a smile pulling across her face as your mouth falls slack in shock.

She'd been your fathers dealer before you were handed off one day to a new one. Your dad hadn't given details on why, but you had a feeling you knew. She'd helped you once too, when a few too many sick days had meant too few cards to get by. That had been your first time on your knees for someone at the promise of pills, and at the time you thought it would be your last.

Joel watches as she approaches and looks down at you on your knees. His hand hasn't left his cock, and he's tugging on himself as he watches, another bead of precum you desperately want to lick collecting at his head. He moves his hand from its place in your hair and starts stroking his heavy balls with it as he watches you.

"How's your daddy?" she pouts in mock empathy before addressing Joel, laughing.

"Gotta say, didn't expect this when I handed 'em off to you. Told you the daughter's mouth was good, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't know, I was only just about to find out," he grits out. His hands are still slowly working over himself as he talks to her. You watch as his eyes roam up and down her body, then flick to you down at his feet. Your body heats as you watch him ogle her - you think it may be jealousy until your own eyes trail the same path down her body before resting back on Joel. What difference is there between jealousy and desire, really.

"The first time you get to mess with one, and I get to witness it? Lucky me," she grins as she watches Joel thread a hand back through your hair, drawing your attention back to him completely.

"S'not the first time," he whispers as he pulls you forward, nodding at you to open your mouth once more.

"Then what the fuck have you been doing with her?"

Joel rolls his eyes at her, instead opting to feed the head of his cock into your mouth.

Your mouth engulfs his tip, warm and wet, he sucks in a breath closing his eyes, grip tightening in your hair. You let your tongue swirl around him, feeling the ridge of his head and tasting the bitter sweet salt of his cum on his skin. Your fingers curl into the rough fabric of his pants, anchoring you to him as you bob your head over his tip, circling your tongue over every inch of it.

"Oh fuck, that's right," he moans. "That taste good?"

He looks down as you nod, your moan of confirmation around his cock pulling another groan from his chest as his eyes fall closed again.

"Fuck yeah, it does."

Tess had all but gone from your mind until you hear the tap of shoes on the floor, and feel as she crouches beside you. A soft hand comes to your face, stroking the hollow of your cheek as you suck more of Joel's cock into your mouth.

You feel soft lips press a kiss to that very same hollow, the feeling of being kissed making you sigh. His eyes snap open, he'd been so lost in the feeling of your mouth on him that he hadn't noticed Tess's approach either. Now he was looking down at two women at his feet, eyes burning holes into yours where they fluttered in your head.

She begins nuzzling your hair, your neck, placing soft kisses across your bare skin. You keep your focus on Joel, staring at him with the same intensity he stares at you. Soft hands start to roam up and down your body, squeezing your chest, pinching your nipples, dragging short nails across your stomach, her every move making you shudder.

"Can't say I ever imagined a sweet little thing like you doing this," she whispers into your ear. You can hear the sickly sweet smile in her voice.

You moan into Joel's cock as she touches you, taking yet more of him into your mouth. You want to touch it, hold the heft of it in your hand, but you never have before. You don't know if you're allowed. You inch your hand up his pants to his crotch, stroking the exposed skin at the base of him with your fingertips. The hand in your hair twitches, and you hear a strangled moan from above you.

"Fuuck."

Another shift of your hand and your hand wraps around his thick base, fingertips unable to meet even if you squeezed. Holding him steady, you can finally angle him down so you can draw more of his cock into your mouth. You flick your tongue along his tip again as you swallow around him with a moan.

"That's it. Show me how much you can take."

At the instruction, Tess knocks his hand away from your hair, bringing both of her own to hold either side of your head. She fucks your mouth up and down his length, Joel moaning deep as his hand finds yours on his pants and grips your fingers tightly.

You'd been longing to feel his lips on yours so much that you'd never considered what his hand might feel like on yours. It's the opposite of electric - the heavy heat of his rough hand grounding you, finally, as you take him in in full clarity.

"Shit that's good," he sighs as you're dragged along him by Tess's hands.

"You hear that? He thinks you're doing a good job," Tess says from beside you, pushing your head down to take more of him with a kiss to your cheek.

You start to gag as she pushes you down - it had been so long since you'd done this, and Joel's size wasn't exactly forgiving to the less experienced - but you carry on, moaning again when the welcome distraction of Tess's body pushes against yours.

"Nothin' but a cocksucking slut, huh?" Joel murmurs down to you almost affectionately, moving a stray hair from across your face. Yes you want to say, but it comes out a garbled mess as Tess laughs at you once again.

With another firm push of your head, your mouth slips down and takes Joel even further to the back of your throat. You cough and splutter, trying to push yourself back using your hand against Joel's thick thighs, but Tess holds you down with his cock buried in your throat. Joel's hand grips yours tighter still.

"Don't," he snarls. "If I wanted her chokin' on it I'd fuck her face."

"Maybe I want her to choke on it," Tess counters from beside you with another laugh, but she relents anyway.

You pull back with a gasp and take a gulp of air before kissing the tip of his cock. You don't want to let go of it for a minute. You lick long stripes up his length, collecting the strings of saliva you'd left behind, before encasing him in your mouth once more. If you were anywhere else you'd maybe feel shame at your need for him, and your need to please him, but the heat of their eyes burning into you does nothing but light a fire between your legs.

Tess sees it, moving a hand down from bobbing your head on Joel's cock, down your bare torso and cupping your clothed pussy. Her slender fingers feel so much more delicate compared to Joel's thick calloused ones as they rub over you, your moans muffled by the fullness of the cock in your mouth.

"She's so wet, Joel," you hear her say through Joel's groan and the blood rushing in your ears.

Your hips start to rock into Tess's hand of their own accord, aching to find more friction and finally get some relief. She yanks your panties to the side, using one of her fingers to trace the seam of you before gently tickling your clit. If she could only feel how damp you were before, she could definitely feel the drip of slick from your cunt now.

Slender fingers plunge into you, fucking your desperate hole with force as you work your mouth over Joel's cock. You're left empty for half a second before her fingers are back in you, more this time, stretching you further so suddenly that your legs widen to accommodate the pull of fingers inside you.

"All four fingers, good girl," Tess coos.

"Four?" grunts Joel. Tess nods, laughing, and Joel throws his head back with a groan.

"I bet we could fit a whole hand up here," she says with another kiss to your cheek.

You were naive before to think she wouldn't, couldn't, hurt you the way you thought Joel could. You were wrong, you realized now, as her fingers plunged into you, stretching wide, words taunting in your ear as she forced your head back and forth over Joel's cock.

Her fingers leave your cunt entirely, leaving you empty and gaping. She pulls you off of Joel, replacing his cock in your mouth with her glistening fingers. You clean your own slick from them, moaning at the tang of your own pussy mixing with the flavor of Joel still on your tongue. His eyes never leave you and his hand never gives up its grip on yours.

"You like the taste of pussy, don't you?" Tess whispers in your ear, pushing you back onto Joel.

"Mhm."

"I think we can do something about that," she murmurs. "Can't we Joel." You both look up at him from your knees. He growls, nodding stiffly.

You're being hauled to your feet and pushed to the couch before you know what's going on. The blood rushes to your head and the room spins when you're pushed roughly over the arm, watching as Tess unbuttons her pants and pulls them down her legs.

She lounges back on the other arm of the sofa, spreading her legs and beckoning you to come between them. You ignore the ache in your knees from the hard wood of the floorboards as you crawl over, settling between her soft thighs and looking up at her with parted mouth. You would do anything right now, desperate for any relief from anyone.

Joel has followed behind, watching your ass sway as you crawled to her. Your panties are still skewed to the side, and you know he's looking at the mess of arousal between your legs. Tess may have been the one with her fingers buried in you, but you hope he knows he's just as responsible for your glistening cunt.

"C'mon," he growls, landing a swat to your ass. "Lemme see you eat that pussy."

You stare at Tess's bare cunt, feeling needy in ways you can't even explain, and move to lower your head, eager to taste her again.

She grabs you by the hair before your mouth can touch her.

"No teasing now. You remember what I told you?" You nod. You remembered every fucking part - exactly how she liked to come undone. Sometimes you imagined her doing the same to you.

She pulls your face down toward her cunt, and you stick out your tongue, hungry to taste her. You lick her gently at first, small licks across the swelling of her clit and her flushed lips. You lick further down, parting her folds to taste at her entrance - for all her laughing and teasing, her pussy was as much of a traitor as yours when exposed like this. She was dripping.

Joel's rough hands pull your ass toward him, dragging your panties down to your knees, hobbling you. The couch dips and creaks behind you as he brings a foot up to better line up with your hole. The wetness of his cock slides through your slick folds once, twice, then notches the tip at your entrance before he pushes in in one, sheathing himself completely in the heat of your body. You moan and gasp around Tess's clit, never stopping the movement of your tongue.

"Not sure she can handle it," she half chuckles, half moans.

"She can," grits out Joel. "S'taken worse." He slides out and punches all the way back in again, the feeling of his hips snapping against your ass so much less overwhelming when his cock was in your pussy and not your ass. You try desperately to keep up the movements of your mouth, wanting to feel Tess come undone at your hands, but blocking out Joel entirely is impossible with the distracting pound of his cock into you.

Tess grabs more of your hair, pulling it away from your neck and giving him a better view of you and her cunt.

"Fuck yeah, sweetheart," he groans now that he can see more clearly. "Lick that pussy."

"Been a while since you had multiple girls over, huh?" Tess taunts, throwing her head back before Joel can reply.

He nods, pulling your hips back into his as he thrusts forward. "Too fuckin' long." He groans again, meaty hands gripping your ass cheeks hard and pulling you apart at the seams as he pounds into you.

You slip a finger into her wet heat, curling it upwards as you feel inside of her. She's as slick as you, and you wonder if she's ever taken Joel as you have. The thought makes you moan again, just as Joel picks up the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you so hard your mouth jerks over Tess's cunt.

You try to steady yourself, fluttering your tongue flutters over Tess's clit, circling and suckling it into your mouth. You ignore the sensation building inside you as Joel's balls smack against your neglected clit each time he buries himself in you. It's too many feelings, too many sensations all at once.

Joel's hips stutter as he slams his cock into you, chasing his own release, already so close after you'd had him in your mouth for so long. Even closer from watching Tess tease you with her fingers buried in your needy cunt, watching your tongue lathe over hers.

You hear a strangled "Fuck" before he slams his hips forward again, slick cock slipping deep inside you as he floods your pussy with warm, wet cum. You moan into Tess's clit as you feel yourself heat from the inside out.

"Shit. Shit," he sighs from behind you. You want to turn to look at the fucked out look on his face. You nearly do.

"Don't stop, almost there," pants Tess, almost begging you with your face still buried in her wet heat, lapping at her clit with a finger curled inside her. "Pretty girl, almost there," she croons, stroking your hair and rocking into your face.

Gentle circles on her clit turn firmer, more rapid, and the hand in your hair grips you tighter as you pull her release from her. She grinds against your face, pussy throbbing as you lick her pulsing clit through her orgasm.

That same hand yanks you back a moment later, too sensitive to continue, before she relaxes back into the couch with a sigh.

"She's good, Joel," she breathes, a hand idly stroking your hair. You hear Joel grunt in agreement from behind you, his hands still holding onto your ass, and your cheeks heat with the praise.

He moves away, pulling his cock from where it had softened inside you, watching as a small trickle of cum escapes to drip down to your neglected clit.

"Looks like you earned your meds today," Tess laughs, patting your cheek, before standing to pull her pants back on without another word to you.

Still on your hands and knees on the couch, you watch her approach Joel, kissing him on the side of the mouth as he stares, breathing deeply, at your ass. His cum is still dribbling out of you. You flip to sit back on your ass, trying to stop its escape making too much of a mess on his furniture.

She whispers something into his ear, moves to the door, looks at you with a smirk one last time before opening it and leaving.

The door snaps shut, and she's gone.

As soon as the door closes he's on you again, pushing you back down into the couch with a growl. The air is knocked out of you as your back thuds down and he hoists your legs back, folding you in two.

Holding you down and open, the wetness of his mouth engulfs your pussy, slurping your clit into his mouth.

He's devouring you, eagerly eating all of his cum out your hole and cleaning you of his creamy spend.

You moan and twitch beneath him, having spent the last fuck knows how long with your mouth full but the desperate need in your pussy neglected. You'd hoped he could fuck an orgasm out of you, but as soon as the pressure of his cock in you had gotten good, the slap of his balls against your clit hard enough to send a thrill through you, he'd stuttered to a stop, leaving you with an aching pussy and nothing to show for it.

A strong arm pins you down, keeping your legs back, feet in the air. Two of his thick fingers thrust into you, before he pulls them out, licking them clean, then he plunges three straight back in, stretching you more than Tess's four ever had and making you whine, high pitched and needy, for more.

You're so close, so near to falling over the edge, but his desperate licks are too desperate, not focussed enough on your oversensitive pussy, too frantic. You feel like you've been edged for hours, but your clit has barely been touched until now. It's been left starving, aching for attention.

"Joel!" you ground out desperately, looking between your thrown back legs where he feasts on you. His eyes catch you, catch the desperation, the need, and he slows down, honing in on your clit, lapping in steady circles, fingers pumping deeply.

Your toes curl, tears come to your eyes and your bottom lip quivers. You nod at him. He's found it. Exactly what you need, the exact spot. He's relentless now, his tongue moving over, and over, and over as his eyes lock with yours.

"Ohhhnnnnng."

"That's it," you feel him mumble into your clit. "Good girl."

And you're cascading over the edge, into a pit of white heat, different but similar to the one in his eyes when you first saw him today. You shudder and jerk, his tongue flicking over your sensitive bud drawing wave after wave out of you as your pussy spasms around his fingers, gripping them tight and tethering you down as you writhe.

You twitch with oversensitivity and Joel finally stops, tongue leaving your clit, lips pressing firmly to your mound instead as he breathes you in. Your body heaves and you sink further into the couch, stomach muscles finally letting you unfurl from where you'd chased your orgasm so desperately.

"Fuck," he groans so close you can feel his lips move on your skin. All you can do is nod weakly in response. "You okay?" You nod again, not trusting your voice and still not entirely sure you're conscious.

His thick fingers pull from you, leaving you empty, and his hands gently guide your legs down to rest on the couch. Blood is still pounding through your ears, but you hear and feel it... the air that Joel's fingers had pumped into you chooses that moment to escape in one humiliating gust.

Your face drops with embarrassment, and you hear Joel laugh from between your legs.

"Sign of a job done good," he laughs, kissing down onto your pussy, tongue gently swiping along your sensitive clit again. You try to wiggle away, letting out another rumble, fucking fuck, and immediately still as Joel laughs more.

"You done?" he says into your cunt, spreading you slightly to look at your spent hole then to you. "I think she's good." He kisses your clit once more and sits back, stretching his back out on the sofa with his arms behind his head.

You both sit there in silence, recovering your breath and coming back down to earth. Your knees knock together as your legs relax. You close your eyes, breathing deeply, and let the chill of the room cool your sweaty body and the heat of embarrassment from your cheeks.

Much sooner than you'd like, you feel Joel start to move.

"I ain't mad at you, y'know," he says softly as he tucks his cock back into his pants. "Was never mad at you. Just mad."

You knew that already, but hearing him say it still made you feel better. It made you feel like you'd done the right thing, that you hadn't pulled him into something he didn't want. You were justified, you were right. He wanted, needed, to use you as much as you needed to be used.

"You should get goin'," he moves to stand as he speaks, walking away from the couch and from you.

"But -"

He shuts you up with a single look. You sit up wordlessly, casting your eyes down. He was right - what exactly would you even be staying for, really, other than because some part of you wanted to.

You dress in silence, panties still around your knees pulled up, clothes thrown on haphazardly, pills stuffed into an empty pocket. Joel doesn't watch this time, instead he rifles through the box left by Tess. You never see into it, but you watch his profile shift and change as he reacts to what she left for him.

You move closer to the table, making way to leave his apartment without another word, when he's closing the box and speaking.

"I've had a vasectomy," he says pointing to your now covered crotch. "So, y'know... should be fine."

"Oh." You hadn't even thought about it. You didn't even care. "You... you could've done that in my mouth too. I wouldn't have minded."

"Your mouth was occupied," he smirks with a shrug. "Besides, if I wanted to, I would've."

He gestures for you to leave, so you do, Joel following you to the door as you go. You open it yourself, just as Tess had, and walk out. You don't have time to finish saying thank you before the door is shut behind you, leaving you alone in the corridor yet again. You make your way home in silence.

You dream that night of soft lips on your cheek, softer hands roaming your body. The softness morphs and distorts, growing larger and more ragged. Rough hands drag along you, and the scruff of a beard scratches your face as a kiss too delicate to be real comes impossibly close to your mouth.

You wake in a sweat, heat pulsing through your veins and your cunt throbbing between your legs.

You'd come in your sleep to nothing but desperate thoughts of a kiss you'd never had.

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Eyena. LISTEN…LISTEN….chase atlantic type of band right…but eren is the main guitarist. AND (yes there’s more) He makes your ride his guitar before a show…HEAR ME OUT PLEASE. (Make him toxic..)

Heaven and Back ☆

A/N: You’re a genius and I luv u <3. I haven’t been to a concert so I hope this is kinda right. But anyway I hope you enjoy this stupid drabble!

Summary: Out of pure desperation you acted out, begging and pleading for him to fuck you. Well, he had something different in mind.

WARNING: public s*x (kinda..?), riding inanimate object, p*rn w/o plot (srry), BJ’s, face fucking, (If i write a story about eren yk he’s calling you “ma”.)

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“Baby please..” you clawed at his shirt, tugging and pulling him. He just looked so good tonight you couldn’t hold back. “Y/n you gotta calm down, we can fuck when the concert is over.” To be honest, Eren could give a fuck less about anyone other than you. He wanted to please you, make you happy, but now that he’s mainstream he did have to be more professional when it came to his fans. Because he would have fucked you on that very stage if he could. This man was willing to do nearly every and anything to fuck you. You couldn’t quite hear what was going on outside of the dressing room but all you heard was yelling. The crowd got even louder as the announcer spoke. Time was ticking, and you couldn’t possibly wait an hour or more for him.

“Yeah fuck that, I’m not waiting.” you pulled him into a kiss—wrapping your arms around his neck. You stumbled back onto the wall, you felt his arm wrapping around your waist. His tongue pressed against your teeth begging to be let in. Obliging to his wishes you parted your mouth and gave his tongue full permission to explore. Your fingers tangled in his deep dark brown locs and tugged him closer. if close wasn’t close enough—this sure as hell was. it was suffocating, you couldn’t tell if you were breathing in his air or the other way around. He pulled back panting, “Fuck—I’m not going on stage bricked, fix it.”, you got on your knees looking up at him with those pure, innocent eyes. He grabbed his guitar and placed it on the floor, tapping your thigh with it. He had a teasing look on his face—his grin mocked your pathetic desperation. You gave him a confused look slightly tilting your head, “Ride it.” He demanded of you, to appease your boyfriend you took off your shorts following them with your panties. You perched yourself on the guitar slightly grinding against it. Turning your attention back to Eren, you unzipped his fly and tugged his boxers down. His eyes watched you slide up and down his guitar, whispering his name in a low moan. You glided your tongue down his length coating it in saliva. It felt so exciting to know that anyone from the band could walk in on you two. Your cheeks hollowed from the suction you gave him. You deep-throated him, gagging as he touched your uvula. He bit his lips feeling the warmth of your mouth around his dick.

He whimpered at the sensation, “C’mon’ ma, you can do better than that.” he thrust into your mouth, desperately trying to go deeper. Your hair was wind up in his fingers—Eren was a head pusher, he couldn’t help it. You rutted against the mahogany wood guitar, pleasuring yourself with no shame. You moaned against his dick as he thrusts in and out of your throat. He traced your lip with his thumb, “So fuckin’ pretty.” he groaned as he came, salty liquid filling your mouth. You already knew the protocol, ‘don’t waste a single drop’—gulping down every last drop of his thick cum. He gave you a bittersweet kiss before he grabbed his guitar, he didn’t want to leave your pretty little mouth. But sure enough, his bandmates called his name as the show was about to begin.

“Be ready for me when I come back.”

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[kittievampire]

Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 6)

Warnings: Smut, Semi-public sex, Cursing, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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To say Diavolo was lonely a majority of his life was an understatement. A gross one at that.

He didn't have any friends growing up. Hell, it took a lot of convincing just to get Barbatos to stick around. His father was strict when he was present, very cold-blooded, especially toward his only son. One would argue that Diavolo got the worst of his father's cruelty; that is, if the demon king didn't sentence a hefty amount of demons to a torturous end in the dungeons.

The feeling of relief that had washed over him when his father had decided to rest below the Devildom was apparently new to him. It was as if the last of his chains had been broken off and he could finally execute the first few steps of his plan.

Peace among the realms.

It'd taken longer than he'd originally intended, but after the arrival of the seven brothers, he was taking more action. With Lucifer by his side, he finally established the foreign exchange program that allowed students from the Human and Celestial realms attend school in the Devildom.

That's when he met you.

You were a peculiar little lamb. A lamb with the instincts of a tiger.

He saw so much in you, yet he still found you hard to read.

Curiosity was what reeled him in most.

You were what made him want more.

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"Dia,"

Your voice drove him absolutely wild. It was sweet like honey, and it was music to his ears. And when you said his name like that, the nickname you gave him, it only made him crave you more.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, thumbs tracing circles on your sides as he pulled you closer to him, eyes sealed shut, and tongue exploring your mouth. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, RAD uniform becoming more and more undone the more intense the situation became.

You pulled away once you felt your lungs clench, panting heavily as your glazed eyes met his. A string of saliva connected the two of you, only disappearing once Diavolo's lips chased yours once more. Hands roaming down to grasp your thighs, he lifted you up effortlessly and gently sat you down on the teacher's desk of the empty classroom the two of you occupied.

You placed a hand on his chest and pulled away momentarily. "Dia, here?" You asked softly, a dark red blush dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Diavolo reached up to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear and smiled sweetly at you. "If you wish to save this for another time, I'll gladly oblige, MC." His mouth spoke one thing, but his body spoke another. His gaze so starving, full of lust and admiration, his hands quivering as to not rip open the top of your uniform, and the tent in his pants serving as hard evidence to his actual desires. He didn't want to stop, but he would had you asked.

Letting out a small sigh, you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into another heated kiss. Who were you to deny the prince of the Devildom anyway?

Diavolo's hands traveled upward, pulling down the top coat of your uniform to your shoulders and unbuttoning the top of your blue button-up blouse.

You glance at the clock with hazy eyes. You had less than twenty minutes until lunch ended, you needed to make this quick if you wanted to have time to clean up before the next class got here.

His mouth latched onto your left breast, biting down ever so gently to leave barely-visible marks. Your hands reached down to his pants and cupped his bulge, letting out a small whine as his teeth nibbled gently on your nipple. "Dia, no time," You whimpered out softly, hands fumbling to undo his belt.

The prince only grunted in response, kissing up your chest and sinking his teeth into the flesh that connected your shoulder to your neck. His hands moved down to unzip his pants and pull them down a little, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock.

He pushed your skirt up, fingers grazing over your clothed slit before pushing the crotch of your panties to the side. "Quick... Quick..." He murmured out, one of his hand gripping your thigh tightly to hold it in it's place, far away from the other. You felt the tip push against your entrance and whimpered. You hadn't taken him without preparation before, but considering how soaked you were down there, there was a chance you'd be fine.

If he wasn't so damn big.

You took a moment to mentally curse his length before you felt him pull you against him, thrusting his hips forward. His free hand came up to clasp over your mouth, muffling your near-on scream as he bottomed out. "Fuuuuck," He groaned out as your walls enveloped him, welcoming his cock with their warmth.

You were trying to keep yourself up right with one hand on the desk and the other draped over his shoulder, as well as trying to relax. There was only the slightest bit of pain, but it had subsided rather quickly. Despite this, Diavolo remained still, lust-filled eyes glued to your face, as if waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. Slowly, your teary eyes met his, tongue pressing flat against his palm.

A shiver ran down his spine, pulling his hips back. You let out soft pants against his hand as you felt his cock pulling slowly out of your cunt. He snapped his hips forward, again, and again.

Your cries and whimpers were muffled against his hand, nails digging into his shoulder and scraping against the desk.

"My Queen, I can't help but feel that you're enjoying this situation," He spoke softly, leaning in a little closer to tease you with proximity, as well as his voice. "Do you like it when I silence you?" Your eyes squeezed shut as your cheeks burned, walls clenching around his cock, which slammed brutally into your pussy. "Do you like the risk of getting caught?"

You whined against his hand. Pushing your leg toward you, your knee almost pushing against your breast, he fucked into you at a newly gained angle, hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars. The hand that was on the desk went to rub circles on your puffy clit as your walls squeezed around his cock.

Diavolo moved his hand away from your mouth, your moan bouncing off of the walls of the empty room. "Dia, I'm-" You whimpered out only to be cut off by the demon leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

You walls convulsed, your nails clawing at his shoulder as your orgasm hit you hard. Your sounds were swallowed by his mouth, his hips rutting against yours faster, pace stuttering a little before he stilled. His cock was buried deep inside of your cunt, tip pushing against your cervix as his cum shot into you, filling your womb and painting your walls. Diavolo pulled away with a small groan, thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling out of you.

Heavy pants escaped the both of you, one of your hands reaching up to tangle itself in his red hair. The prince looked down, letting out a small sigh in bliss as he adjusted your panties, not wanting his hard work to go to waste and leak out of you. You shuddered a bit, batting your lashes at him as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I love you," He said softly, hand grasping yours and intertwining your fingers with his.

With a smile, you let out a small chuckle in response and pecked him gently on the lips. "I love you too."

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It'd been roughly a month since you'd left his realm. Diavolo probably cried the most when you left, and he'd been longing for you ever since he saw you go. His bed felt a lot bigger now, a lot emptier. He'd find himself texting your D.D.D. only to realize you don't have access to it.

He missed you so much.

"My Lord," Barbatos entered his room with a small smile on his face. "Solomon is requesting your presence. He says he has a message from MC."

This was probably the best thing he could've hoped for.

A message from you?

What did you have to say? Were you going to regale him with what you've done so far in the Human Realm through the sorcerer?

Maybe he'd get to hear how much you missed him too.

"Solomon!" He greeted as he walked into the room, embracing the white-haired sorcerer and patting him on the back. "It's great to see you! How have you been?"

The sorcerer smiled. "I've been well. How about you, Lord?"

Diavolo chuckled. "Well, I've been better. I honestly never thought I'd be so clingy. Speaking of which, how has MC been doing?"

He saw Solomon's expression change and raised a brow in confusion. "That's what I wanted to speak with you about."

The two sat down at a table, Barbatos setting down two cups of tea before them. "Ah, how do I say this?" Solomon murmured out, eyes casting down to the drink before him.

Diavolo took a sip of the tea, setting it down and looking at Solomon with stern eyes. "Is something wrong?" He asked, earning a hesitant glance from the sorcerer.

"Well, for starters... MC, she's pregnant."

Diavolo felt the world freeze around him. He paused, eyes shot wide open.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

MC was pregnant.

With his child.

A wide smile formed on his face. "Pregnant?! With my child?!" He laughed a little bit in pure joy at the thought. Diavolo could imagine it already. You, him, and your baby. Of course, the two of you had discussed it before. But it was never anything the two of you thoroughly planned for. While it was so sudden, he was excited. "When does she want me to meet with her? Is she here? Does she want me to go up there or shall we bring her to the Devildom? Actually, I don't think she should put herself through all of that work to get down here, I'll visit her myse—" "My Lord," Solomon interrupted him, florentine gaze shifting from the demon to his tea. That's when Diavolo noticed the frown on his face. His brows furrowed in confusion. "She said that... She doesn't want to keep it," Solomon said, taking a sip of his tea.

Diavolo's gaze shifted downward. He was excited, of course, because he thought he was going to have a child. But you don't want to keep it? He was definitely upset, mainly because you made the decision without consulting him. He placed his hands on his face and gently massaged his muscles with a sigh. "I suppose... I don't get a say in this situation. I'm not the one giving birth, so, whatever she wishes to do with her body is completely up to her..." He murmured out quietly. "But I would like to speak with her about it before she commits, if that's possible." Diavolo looked up at Solomon, a glint of desperation in his eyes.

Solomon met his gaze, almost deadpanning as he spoke. "MC doesn't want to see you anymore."

Diavolo's hands clasped together, pressing his forehead against his thumbs at the news. You didn't want to see him anymore? After finding out you were pregnant, he found out you didn't want to keep it, now he finds out you don't want to see him anymore?

There was a silence in the room, Diavolo's demonic aura beginning to slowly become apparent around his figure. "Did she tell you why?" He asked, voice dropping an octave.

Solomon took another quiet sip of his tea before he spoke. "She said... A lot of things. That she didn't want to live in the Devildom, she didn't want to be tied to demons in any way shape or form, et cetera, et cetera." The sorcerer, by this point, had noticed how the demonic aura around Diavolo only got more powerful. More menacing. More angry.

Barbatos placed a hand on Solomon's shoulder, meeting his glance with a smile. "I believe it's time for you to leave, Solomon. Thank you for stopping by."

Once the two left the room, Diavolo's form began to shake and shift. You didn't want to see him anymore? You didn't want any relation with the Devildom whatsoever? Why? Why didn't you tell him this sooner?

Diavolo wanted to get angry. He wanted to throw furniture around the room and break anything he could. He wanted to have an outburst, he wanted to be angry with you.

But he couldn't.

All he could do was sit there, sobbing quietly in his seat.

Where did he go wrong?

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After about eight months had passed, Diavolo found himself drowning in work of his own volition. He saw, now, why Lucifer does it. It takes him away from the world, even if it was troublesome or boring, he was focused on something else. Something other than the fact that you and his baby were gone.

As the months passed, the feeling of dread never subsided. It was never easier to handle, it never got better. It was just there. Mocking him. You were present in his mind all the time, fond memories becoming bittersweet, and sweet dreams became nightmares.

On top of that, there was this odd feeling he'd get every now and then. It made the back of his throat tingle, a shiver run down his spine, and his heart swell. Every now and then, it'd trigger a shift to his demon form. There was no pattern, no rhyme, no reason, nothing. The feeling came and went. Sometimes it'd wake him in the middle of the night, sometimes it'd be during the day.

He'd asked the royal physician about these odd occurences, only to be told it may have something to do with his genetics. Given the fact that he did get you pregnant, he could feel the connection between him and the child he'd made. That, or he could be feeling a strong connection with a magical item or relic. This information confused Diavolo because you'd gotten rid of the baby, hadn't you? To this, the physician shrugged.

Diavolo had half a mind of discussing the matter with his father in the Mausoleum, but he'd rather not wake him for such a trivial matter.

He decided that, perhaps because you were once carrying his child, you were the indirect cause.

However, over the next few months, the feeling became more intense. Once he discerned it was coming from the human realm, he'd send demons there to search for whatever it was. If it was a powerful relic, then perhaps it would be a nice asset to the Devildom. If it was you, well, he wasn't exactly prepared for such an outcome. He couldn't say that he wouldn't be overjoyed to hear from you, of course.

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"Lord Diavolo," Lucifer spoke up as the last of the student council members left the meeting room. Diavolo looked up at Lucifer with tired eyes. He was emotionally drained from the year he'd had, and it showed. "I spoke with MC when I was in the human realm."

Diavolo perked up a bit at the sound of your name. "MC?" He repeated softly. Lucifer nodded. "It appears that Solomon may have given some false information..." He said softly.

The demon prince was silent for a moment.

"What false information?"

Lucifer deadpanned at the alter in tone. He furrowed his brows upward and let out a sigh. "When I saw MC... She was accompanied by someone..."

Diavolo's demonic aura surrounded him. He'd become less and less emotionally stable since the sorcerer's visit, so his mind immediately went to you and another man. "Someone? A partner?" He asked, fist clenching on the table.

Lucifer shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "An infant... No older than three months. She had crimson red hair and eyes that resembled the gold that littered the tips of her black horns and wings." His ruby eyes opened to meet Diavolo's.

"You mean to tell me..." The red-headed royal trailed off, earning a nod from the Avatar of Pride. "Your daughter lives, my Lord."

Diavolo placed a hand over his face, trying to stop himself from breaking down then and there. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once. You decided to keep it? Then why did you say you were going to get rid of it?

"However," Lucifer continued, Diavolo moving his hand so he could look at the sin before him. "MC expressed that she was unaware of what the sorcerer told you. That it was not her original message. I would suggest—" "We'll discuss the topic of Solomon at a later date, Lucifer." Diavolo interrupted him. "If Solomon lied, we need to find out why. But right now, I need to prepare."

Lucifer raised a brow. "Prepare for what, my Lord?"

Diavolo glanced up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath before sighing heavily.

"For my trip to the human realm. I need to confirm something."

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"My Lord," Barbatos called out to him, knocking on Diavolo's door. He looked up at the door, holding Selene close to him instinctively. "MC is awake."

Barbatos led the demon prince down the hallway, the red-head supporting Selene's head so she could look around the castle. He smiled at her curious eyes, gently cooing at her. The door to the room you were residing in opened, and you were sat up in the bed.

Immediately your eyes widened as you saw him and Selene. "She's okay," You said in relief. Diavolo looked up at you and nodded with a small, bitter smile on his face. "I can take her," You said softly, assuming that Diavolo wouldn't want to burden himself with the bundle of joy you assumed he didn't want in the first place.

Diavolo paused at the side of your bed, the door closing behind him, and Selene reaching out for you. It pained him slightly, but he handed Selene over to you. He thought you looked so pretty holding his child in your arms.

Sitting down beside you, the demon prince remained quiet as you cooed at your baby. Minutes that felt like hours of silence went by, the sound of Selene's little babbling being the only thing that kept the room from being drowned in the quiet and awkward airspace.

"MC," Diavolo spoke softly, eyes meeting yours. Both of you could see the pain in the other's eyes, all of the emotional factors of the past year, and yet, despite all of this, you could make out the glint of love for each other. Love that was thought to be broken. Quietly, Diavolo continued.

"Can we talk?"

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[sim0nril3y]

Second Meeting

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Set a few weeks after their first meeting Simon bumps into a familiar face on another night out. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), mentions of smoking, mentions of alcohol, suggestive conversation, slight mention of smut, canon-typical swearing (I mean, it's Ghost for fuck sake!).

Just how did Simon keep getting dragged onto these nights out? His friends always seemed to talk him around enough, speaking some shit as if he owed them something because he was rarely home these days. They missed him. They wanted to spend some time with him. They wanted him to chase a pretty bird and bed her. Fuckinghell… he was beginning to think that his “friends” really didn’t have his best intentions at heart. A night in watching the football would be ideal, even going down the pub for a quiet one would be preferable to them always dragging him out-out to these dingy little clubs.

It was just a relentless assault on each of his senses. The beer was fucking abysmal. The music was too loud – if you could even call it music. The floor was sticky. It was hot. There were too many people around him. God, these birds must be desperate if they were grinding up against him. It must be because they couldn’t get a good look at him in the light. They couldn’t see the scars and burns that littered him. The tattoos that spread up his arms. Too rigid. Too regimented. Unable to just let loose anymore. Simon simply stood there assessing every little thing about the room.

Once the tension had built too high Simon was quick to excuse himself. Barging unapologetically through the crowd and outside. Fuck, he’d rather be home right now watching the highlights. He knew that Man United won their game, he wanted to watching it, but his mates had insisted that going out-out would be much more fun. Last fucking time that he would listen to them…

“Oh, we’re going to have to stop running into each other like this…” Glancing over his shoulder Simon was somewhat shocked to see you standing angelically under the streetlamps, cigarette burning between your fingers, shuffling from one foot to the other attempting to generate some body heat in another dress that was less that weather appropriate. “You stalking me, kid?” A brow quirked in you direction before you beamed a grin back at him in response, a small silent conversation between you both: so you remembered me... how could I fucking forget?

A musical laugh fell from your lips, daring a few steps closer to him, as if they were more than acquaintances, maybe something closer to friends, or more… “Bet you’d like that.” He saw the way your teeth tugged at your lower lip. Flirting. Tempting. Dangerous. “Been to every club in town just looking for you~” Your tone was teasing and Simon let out a low laugh. “I have to say. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t hear from you.”

“That right?” Simon blew his smoke away from your face as you took a few more daunting steps in his direction. “Fun game, bet you don’t even remember my name.” “Simon~” The name shot from your lips in an instant and fucking hell did he like the way it sounded on your precious, pink lips. “Impressed?” Placing your cigarette between your lips and inhaling sweetly. “There is a really easy way to get rid of me, Simon~” He hated the way his trousers grew a little tighter each time his name rolled off your tongue. “Take me for a drink.” Then shrugging your slight shoulders. “After that, if I don’t interest you, then I’ll disappear and you’ll never hear from me again.”

Those walls he’d built up where beginning to crack and crumble. How did this fuckin’ kid find a way of getting under his skin so effectively? “Fine.” The smile that broke over your face was memorable. “Dog and Duck?” It was a local boozer, one that had a bit of a reputation for being rough. “Or you bit classier than that?”

“I can be whatever you want me to be…” Your playful lilt spoke to him on a level he’d never experienced before. Moving to stand so that he was looming over you, observing that smug little look on your face. “Last chance to go find a boy your own age to play with…” It was more of a plea than it was a suggestion. There was no way that he would be able to resist you if they kept playing this game. He had done such an efficient job to build these walls up to protect other people and to protect himself. He couldn’t just allow you to come in and bulldoze them down. “But the older boys are so much more fun~” Fuck, you were snarky and witty. So much of him loved your attitude but part of it shook him to the very core. Simon knew what he needed to do; humour you. The moment you found out more about him then you would run a mile. He would just be another bad dating story to tell your friends. Until then, he would just humour you.

Masterlist | Ask | 29-08-2023

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[lynn-writes-things]

possessive - toji fushiguro x reader

aka the one where your toxic ex boyfriend Toji needs to remind you that you’re still his

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cw: hehe where do I begin 😅; 18+ only!!! ; dub-con ; technically non-con but not really??? ; possessive!toji ; toxic!toji ; he’s fuckin mean in this one ngl ; EXCESSIVE use of the word fuck ; rough sëx ; impact play (he uses his belt on you 😋) ; lots of manhandling ; f!ngering ; daddy k!nk (it’s toji duh) ; breeding k!nk ; uhhhhhhhh lemme know if I missed something!

"Toji Fushiguro, where the fuck are you!?" You yell, slamming the door to your house. He shouldn't be here, you broke up months ago, but you know him better. You saw the bastard earlier, on your way into the restaurant where your date just so happened to stand you up. Toji had been outside on his motorcycle, a cigarette resting between his lips as he flashed you his signature cocky grin and gave you a little two-fingered salute. Immediately, your eyes had narrowed, and when you got inside, you waited and waited, but your date never came.

Did it shock you? No. Toji's always been possessive, this is not the first man that he's chased off after the break up, and you knew that it would not be the last.

Unsurprisingly, the devil himself presents himself to you, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of whiskey in hand, taking a sip as he flashes you that fucking grin again. "Took your sweet time gettin' here, doll." He teases, downing the rest of the glass in two gulps before setting the glass down on the counter behind him.

"Don't you fucking 'doll' me, you fucking asshole." You spat, tossing your purse to the ground by the door and angrily stalking over to him, glaring up at the taller man. Truth be told, Toji was trying his best to hold back laughter - you remind him of a fucking chihuahua when you get so mad at him. All bark, and no bite. It's adorable to him, really. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What'd'ya mean, princess?"

"Quit with the fucking names!" You yell. "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about, now answer me - what the fuck did you fucking do?"

Toji clicks his tongue, fed up with that mouth of yours. His gaze goes to the ceiling before settling back on you, green eyes ablaze with barely sheathed anger, crossing his arms across his muscular chest and glowering down at you. You swallow the newly formed lump in your throat and try to fight the urge to cower away from his looming figure. But you've done this dance for far too long, and you refuse to back down this time.

"I suggest you watch your fucking mouth." The teasing nature had left his voice, and Toji can see the fear pass over your eyes. You know that he'd never hurt you - except for in the bedroom - but Toji was still an incredibly intimidating man. Even to you, even after years of knowing him - hell, maybe that made you even more intimidated by him.

"Yeah? Or fucking what? You're in my house, asshole, the hell are you gonna do?" You spit, glaring up at him, praying that your body isn't trembling.

It's sudden, the way that Toji's large hand grabs your arm in a bruising grip, pushing you against the wall. His other arm comes up to cage you in. His breathing is heavy, glaring down at you with anger burning in his venomous eyes - he's pissed. Yeah, you've known Toji for a long ass time, but this is the first time that you've actually been scared of him.

"What am I gonna do?" He repeats your question, voice full of venom. "I'll tell ya' what I'm gonna fuckin' do, I'm gonna remind you who the fuck you belong to, doll."

"G-Get off of me! I don't belong to anyone, especially not you." You try to hold your ground, pretending like your eyes aren't threatening to fill with fearful tears. Pretending like you're not breathing erratically, like you're not fucking terrified.

Toji merely scoffs, his lips twitching up in a dangerous smirk. He quickly snatches up both of your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand and situating himself so that one of his legs is between your thighs. You're vaguely aware of the tense muscle of his thigh pressed against your clit, trying not to think about it. Toji's free hand now comes to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him, to meet his intense gaze. "That's where you're wrong, pretty girl. You're mine, always gonna fuckin' be mine, you fuckin' hear me?" He growls, tightening his grip on your wrists, making you stifle a whimper at the pain. You're shamed, really, at the heat that's pooling between your legs, and you're desperate not to show it.

"T-Toji, you're hurting me." You seethe, trying to pull your arms free to no avail. He doesn't budge, not that you expect him to, Toji only chuckles bitterly under his breath, bringing his face closer to yours, practically snarling at you when he says, "Yeah? Tell me you're mine and I'll let you go."

"I'm not-" His hand tightens, free hand dropping from your chin down to your neck, giving your throat a warning squeeze.

"Try again."

"I-I'm not fucking yours!" You yell, you know that it's a wrong move when he squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, cutting off your oxygen supply. He's getting off on this, the panic in your eyes, because he can see right past it - he can see the lust hidden behind the fear.

"Ya' think so, huh?" He says lowly, voice practically a growl. In an instant, he rips his fist from your neck, fingers pushing up the hem of your dress and slipping straight past your panties, sliding between your folds. "Then why's this little pussy so fuckin' wet right now?"

"T-Toji, stop-" He shoves two of his thick fingers into your cunt, met with little resistance, but the intrusion makes you gasp. "Stop!"

"C'mon now, darlin', we both know you don't want me to do that." He smirks, fingers curling expertly to find your sweet spot, making you involuntarily whine and grind your hips down against his hand. "This pretty lil' pussy knows exactly who she belongs to. She's fuckin' gushin' for me, doll." There are tears in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks that burn with embarrassment, because you know that Toji's right, and you hate it.

"Toji, st- ah!" His thumb starts to circle your clit as his fingers continue abusing your g-spot. Toji attaches his lips to your neck, nipping at the spots that he knows are particularly sensitive. Your legs begin to shake as he continues his assault, biting your lip to try and prevent yourself from giving him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.

"Quit fuckin' acting like you aren't loving this." He snarls, biting harder with intent to leave a mark. "You'd rather act like a little slut, huh? That it? Rather give this pussy to the first horny bastard you see that ain't me?" He seethes, picking up his pace. You whine loudly at his words and at the force at which he's finger-fucking you, feeling the coil in your belly threatening to snap under his ministrations. Toji knows it to, knows exactly how close you are, so he slows his movements until his fingers still all together.

"N-No!" You whimper at the loss. "P-Please..!"

"Please?" He mocks, clucking as he pulls back to look you in the eyes again - he looks just short of deranged, and somehow that only serves to make your walls clench around his fingers. "You know what I wanna hear, pretty girl. If you wanna cum, ya' just have to admit it." He moves his fingers again, agonizingly slowly, making you whimper against your will.

You're stubborn, defiant to a fault, and while those are qualities that Toji loves about you, he fucking despises it right now. The hand around your wrists pulls you forward just to slam you back against the wall, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot. You look up at him with dazed, desperate eyes, filled with lust and tears - tears that Toji leans in and slowly licks up with a sinful groan. "I'm not fucking repeating myself, slut."

"'M yours.." You meekly whimper, swallowing your pride, your eyes looking anywhere but him as your cheeks burn even hotter. Toji chuckles, heart swelling with pride as he finally starts moving his fingers inside of you again.

"What was that, doll? A lil' louder f'me."

"I-I'm yours!" You cry out now, feeling the coil tightening again. "P-Please, Toji! I'm yours, 'm yours, please let me cum!"

"Uh-uh, not so fast, darlin'," He smirks wickedly, his hand finally dropping from your wrists to lift you up by your thighs, kneading the flesh there as he carries you into your bedroom. "Only way you're gonna cum is on daddy's cock." He says as he practically throws you down onto the mattress and wastes no time in stripping his shirt off, his pants following soon after. The familiar clink of his belt buckle is enough to make you shiver. Toji chuckles at the reaction as he kicks his pants and boxers to the side.

"Should I use that on ya'? Huh, pretty girl? Want daddy to use his belt on that sweet ass of yours?" He taunts, picking the leather belt back up and folding it, slapping it against the palm of his hand once, and you instinctively tense up. You're nodding before you realize it, your eyes widening when you catch your body's betrayal. "Hm, think you're right. Been such a naughty little bitch, haven't you? Think you need a punishment for how you were runnin' that dirty little mouth of yours earlier, too." He kneels on the bed, flipping you over onto your belly, not wasting time with the zipper to your dress, Toji opts to just rip the flimsy fabric off of your body instead. Any excuse to show off his strength, because he knows how much it turns you on.

"T-Toji!" You yelp at the sound of ripping fabric. "That was expensive!"

"Yeah fuckin' right," He replies, giving your panties the same treatment, tossing the torn garment by his pants, so that he can remember to snag them on his way out. "Now, where were we?" He taunts, lifting your hips so that you're on your knees, keeping your face pressed against the sheets. You yelp in shock and pain when the leather comes down hard against your ass with no warning. "That's right, daddy's gotta punish his disobedient lil' fuckdoll, don't he?" He chuckles. "Better count, babe." He says as he brings the belt down against your ass again.

"T-Two..?" You say in an unsure voice, not sure if he expected you to count the first one or not.

"Atta girl." He praises, landing another smack.

"Thre-ee!" You whine. "H-How many are you gonna..?" Toji chuckles darkly, dangerously, as he leans forward, pressing his chest against your upper back until his lips are grazing the shell of your ear. "As many as I fuckin' want." He leans back onto his knees to deliver two snaps of the belt in quick succession, you squeaking out the numbers.

"You wanted to be such a little slut, right? Wanted to let all these different men fuck this pretty lil' pussy? My lil' pussy?" The leather makes contact with your ass again. "Y'have any idea how bad that hurt daddy? Watchin' my baby tryin' to whore herself out like that?" He growls, snapping the leather of the belt against your ass even harder than before for several more harsh smacks until you're sobbing out the numbers.

"You. Are. Fucking. Mine, Y/N." He growls, one last smack before he's tossing the belt aside. "Don't you ever fuckin' forget it again." In one quick motion, he slams his cock inside of you, bottoming out in one deep thrust despite your shout of pain at the sudden intrusion. It'd been months since you last felt his massive cock inside of you, but Toji gives you no time to adjust, starting up a rapid pace immediately.

"T-Toji! Wait, p-please! Too big!" You cry, tears streaming down your face and staining the sheets below. If not for his hands holding your hips up, you'd collapse onto the bed.

"Aww, you can take it, doll." He coos, one hand reaching around to rub at your clit, helping your body relax. "C'mon now, make daddy proud." You can't stop your cry of pleasure as his thick cock hits all the right spots, the pain quickly subsiding as pleasure wins over. The pace of his hips increases, as does the speed of his calloused fingers on your clit.

"Daddy, please!" You gasp, feeling your twice-stolen orgasm quickly approaching yet again. "Gonna cum!"

"Who do you belong to?" He grunts, leaning over you again. Your hips fall as his free hand comes to brace himself beside your head, all the while his other hand never lets up on your clit.

"Y-You! 'M yours, daddy!" You cry out, desperate for release.

"Nuh-uh, baby, say my fuckin' name. Now.. Who. Do you. Belong to?" He snarls, each word is punctuated by particularly sharp thrusts, his pace turning positively feral now.

"Toji! Toji, I'm yours! 'M yours, I'm all fucking yours! O-Oh my god, Toji!" You scream his name as your orgasm hits you like a truck, your pussy gushing around him, squeezing his cock like a vice. Toji isn't far behind you, hearing you crying out for him like that the last straw as hot ropes of his cum explodes inside of you, painting your insides white.

"Fuck yeah, baby - fuck yeah. Good fuckin' girl, princess - fuck!" He grunts, shallowly thrusting into you, riding out his high while your pussy milks all the cum from his cock before he practically collapses on top of you.

"Maybe if I knock ya' up, you'll remember who you belong to, yeah?" He whispers huskily as he rolls off of you, turning you around onto your back and shoving a pillow underneath your ass to keep your hips elevated, not wanting a single drop of his cum to leak out. You can barely process a thing he's saying, your head still buzzing from your high, eyes still hazy as you look at him with utter cock-drunk adoration. "Y'want that, right doll? Wanna have daddy's baby?" He lays down beside you, head propped up by his hand, free hand coming to caress your belly. Dumbly, you nod your head, one of your shaky hands coming to rest on top of his.

"Wanna have your baby." You echo breathlessly. Toji thinks that you're beautiful always, always, but his favorite sight that he's ever seen is this. Right after he's fucked you dumb, and you're so sweet, so compliant with everything he says or does.

Unfortunately for you, your dazed confession stirs his cock back to life, primal hunger filling his eyes once again. He sits back up on his knees between your thighs, lining his cock back up with your slippery entrance and hooking your legs over his shoulders. He's slow in how he slides into you this time, more gentle, leaning over you and folding your body in half while he steals your lips in a searing kiss that has just a hint of desperation.

Toji is a strong man, no doubt. He's intimidating, feared, has a bad reputation, and he prides himself in having no weaknesses anymore. Well.. Almost. Toji does have one, huge weakness.. And that weakness has always been you.

"Let's fuckin' make you a mommy then, darlin'. You're not leavin' this fuckin' room til I have you all nice and pregnant."

#did not know where I was goin when I started this #I surprised myself ngl #didn’t know I had this in me #but uhhhhh YEAH! #toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin x reader #toji smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #k!nky toji hours 😌

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES - FINAL PART (ANGST VERSION)

part 1 here.

part 2 here.

A/N: PLEASE DON'T READ THIS ONE IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PT.1 AND PT. 2 YET. TRUST MEEEE.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

You are very scared and confused, wondering why this is happening now. You have managed to safely go home this late almost everyday. Why now of all times?

His voice is oddly familiar and calming to you- not in a sense that you've already talked to him before but the way he talks to you is as if you've known him for a long time, as if you two were friends...but how is that possible? You were certain that this is the very first time you've met him.

"Excuse me...can you please explain what is happening?" You softly asked, trying to choke back tears so the other man who's chasing you won't hear it.

Maliksi sighed. "I don't even know if you'll understand it right now. I have to take you somewhere safe first, Amor-"

"I'm not...Amor.

My name is Y/n.

I have a Lola named Amor though."

Maliksi quickly shot you a glance, examining your face in the illuminating light provided by the full moon- indeed, you look like Amor, that one human he somewhat liked being around with, but you're not her.

"H-how long has it been since Y/N left?"

"Twenty years, Bunso. It's been twenty human years already."

Maliksi sadly nodded, looking up at the moon, not knowing how to react- yet he knew he was feeling a lot right now. A feeling he can't quite explain.

Just like that..

In a blink of an eye...

....that's all it took.

"I....see."

"I still have to take you to safety though. Please don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you."

Maliksi took your hand and led you to safety- the home he shares with his Kuya Makisig in the Lost City. He can't risk you being tracked and followed by Bangkal who is still trying to look for you in that dark road. He'll have his Kuya Makisig have a word with that tamawo later.

"Amor- your lola...Is she still alive?"

"She was sick and she...passed away last month."

Makisig had to stop walking as it took a few seconds to digest the information he just heard.

He was a little too late.

No. Not by a little.

For him, it was months of denying his feelings while sulking in his room in Biringan. Yet it was twenty. fuckin. human. years.

If only he was not foolish enough to be blinded by all the rage and hate he carried for centuries...

Maybe he'd been actual friends with her.

Maybe he'd be brave enough to let go of his walls and talk to her nicely instead of always acting rude.

Maybe he'd been able to tell her how her kutsinta will always be his favorite. How he enjoys playing video games with her.

Maybe he'd been able to tell her how she makes him want to let go of all the pain and anger he has....how she makes him want to be better..

His grasp on your hands became tighter as he tries to keep his breath steady, not wanting to cry infront of someone.

"Are you lola's friend?" You softly asked as you slightly stared up at him. "She'll get sad in the afterlife if you cry, so please don't cry." You whispered, yet the cracking of your own voice betrayed you.

Maliksi tried to clear his throat- a pitifull attempt to get his composure back. "Was she happy before she...passed?"

Did she atleast become happy in this lifetime?

"She was. She's the coolest and sweetest lola ever. She always liked spending time with me and my brother, she basically raised us. She loved cooking and we didn't even know how she knew how to play videogames, but she does!" You smiled as you reminisced the fun times you had with your favorite lola.

"Your lolo...the one Amor spent her life with...did he loved her right?" Maliksi asked in a voice softer than a whisper.

"Lola didn't marry. My mom, is Lola Ligaya's only child. She's lola Amor's older sister." You tilted your head as you explained. Your lola never married nor entertained anyone. Your other relatives were utterly disappointed since no one expected that Amor will be the one to grow old alone and unmarried since she's beautiful and is just the sweetest woman you'll ever meet.

"We always teased lola before, how she's got a cold heart and she never fell for any man's charms even after having many suitors but she'll just answer the same thing over and over again."

Maliksi's eyes widen as he felt his own tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. This might just be the first time he's ever cried again in centuries. He didn't even know he could still cry, much more over a human.

Amor, didn't found love?

She didn't fell inlove.

She grew old...alone.

As fickle and short her human life is... yet she didn't found one person...

"Don't look like you pity her!" You softly chuckled.

"Lola Amor didn't seem to mind that she didn't have a husband. Want to know what she always told us whenever we tease her?"

Your voice snapped Maliksi's attention back to reality as he turned to look at you. You smiled- you were beautiful, the spitting image of Amor, just with a beauty mark on your chin instead of Amor's beauty mark under her left eye.

You took a deep breath, placing your hand tenderly in your chest where your heart beats, before reciting what your lola used to tell you and your brother- word by word, with the same smug yet sweet tune she always used:

"I did fell for someone's charms.

I know it.

I know how falling in love feels. I just can't remember who that lucky bastard is...

I might not remember him, but my heart and soul will know him once we meet again."

-x-

((DAMAY DAMAY NA TOOOOO;; char, labyu all mg mhiemaaa))

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz, that's their OC, Maliksi the Tamawo. Please support them <3

#philmytcrea #planet puto #rp tamawo #planetputo #maliksithetamawo

[awkwardchick87]

Is it ok if I can request for Mikey chifuyu and baji of what they would do if there gf wears there shirt without panties pleasee also I really really love you and your writing sm like whenever you post it just cheers up my day☺️♥️

Sorry this took so long!! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying! I literally can not express how much I love hearing I cheer you guys up!

Mikey, Baji and Chifuyu catching their girlfriend in their shirt, no panties on. Using the final timeline, like usual!!

nsfw under the cut - Minors DNI

cw - fingering, pet names, grinding, somno if you squint

Mikey

He rubbed his eyes as he walked to the kitchen. Stepping around the corner he spotted you at the stove, the smell of eggs wafted through the house. Grinning, his eyes trailed up your bare legs to where his shirt reached just under your ass. At that moment, you reached into the cupboard, grabbing the salt and pepper. Mikey groaned, seeing your bare ass.

"Oh! You're up Jiro." You turned and smiled at him.

"Yeah. What are you doing?" He padded across the floor.

"Just making you some breakfast. What-?" He wrapped his arm around you.

"Just making breakfast hmm?" You could feel him grin against your neck as his hand snaked down your body. His chest pressed against your back.

You tipped your head back against his shoulder, a small sigh escaped your throat, "Manjiro, I'll burn the-"

His other hand grabbed the pan and shoved it across the stove, off the burner as he reached over to shut the stove off, "Now c'mere"

Lips trailing down your jawline, nipping under your ear, Mikey's hand reached between your thighs, fingers swiping at your folds. "You're so wet."

You whined in response, your hips stuttering, chasing his hand as he pulled it away. A blush spread across your face when he brought his hand up in front of you, watching your slick web between the fingers. "Jiro, stop. That's embarrassing." You tried to shove his hand back down between your legs, urging him to continue.

He chuckled, his hot breath fanning your ear, bringing his hand to his mouth, his eyes closed as he licked your essence off his fingers, "Shh baby, lemme have my fun."

Baji

When he opened the door, the last thing he expected to see was you dancing in the living room to your own personal concert, music turned up so loud you didn't even hear the door. Baji couldn't help but smile as he watched you twirl around the room, singing along with the music.

You gasped as he grabbed you, dipping you down deeply, fangs showing past his lips, laughing as you grabbed his jacket instinctively. "Kei!" You cried out.

Standing, he pulled you up and close to his body just as the song switched to a slower tempo, "Look like you're having fun so I wanted to join in" he mentioned, swaying you both to the song.

You pouted, sticking your lower lip out, "You scared me."

"You never even heard me come in?" He asked, "What if I was a burglar?"

"I'd fight them off." you argued back.

Baji laughed, running his hands down your sides to grip your hips, a sly smirk spreading across his face, "Baby? Where are your panties?"

"Got out of the shower and just grabbed one of your shirts out of the drawer." Bringing your hands up his chest, you gripped his jacket, bringing your bodies flush together.

Baji growled, reaching his hands behind your thighs, pulling you up as your legs wrapped around him on instinct. "What if I really was a burglar?"

You gasped, arms winding behind Baji's neck, steadying yourself. "Good thing you aren't" You giggled, kissing along his jaw, reaching his lips, biting his bottom lip.

Baji groaned, hands massaging the back of your thighs while he kissed you, maneuvering the apartment. Baji refused to let go of you, sitting on the bed with you in his lap, his hands grinding your hips down on his clothed cock. The rough material of his jeans dampening.

"God you look fuckin sexy like this" Baji slurred between kisses. "Wanna give you a treat for lookin so good f'me"

Chifuyu

The last thing he expected when he walked into the bedroom was to find you, his shirt pulled up to your stomach, no panties on. Your breath was steady while you napped. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants while he watched you.

Quickly, he tossed his work apron and shirt in to the hamper, making is way across the room. He crawled behind you and pulled you against him, "baby, wake up."

You mumbled, grabbing his arm that was around you. He was kissing along the back of your neck. Hands reaching under your shirt, you could feel his fingertips graze the bottom of your breasts.

sighing, you wiggled yourself closer to Chifuyu, suddenly remembering you had no panties on. "Oh, Fuyu! I'm sorry!" you tried to pull away, embarrassed.

Chifuyu tightened his grip around you, "No baby, please, stay like this. Why are you embarrassed?"

"I didn't meant to fall asleep like this." You settled back in, relaxing into Chifuyus arms.

"Wearing my shirt?" He questioned.

You huffed, "I missed you and it smells like you."

You felt his hand trail down your side and grip your hip, pulling your ass back against him. "Looks really good on you." he whispered behind you.

"Oh yeah? You think so?" you flirted back.

Chifuyu nipped at the back of your neck, making you jump. He wrapped his arm tightly around you, "Yeah, I think so."

You smiled, turning your head, you looked at Chifuyu, "Gonna do something then?"

#awks talks #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tr smut #tokyo rev smut #Mikey smut #Baji smut #chifuyu smut

[rileyslibrary]

Living With Ghosts: 7. Life Jacket

You’ve been longing for a hug from him for months, but now that it’s finally happening, you can’t muster the courage to do so.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,053

Notes:

Angst and fluff

Brief mentions of blood and injury (gunshot wound)

SCC stands for “Surveillance Control Center” (Chapter 4)

Entire work on AO3

Table of Contents

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“How did this happen,” you yell, “HOW?”

He opens the door. There is no vest or uniform covering his upper body. Instead, he’s dressed in a short-sleeve, army-green t-shirt and utility pants. His mask, on the other hand, remains on. Fuck that mask. Fuck him.

You notice his arm—the bandages neatly placed over the wound inflicted earlier by the enemy, blood visible through the white fabric.

“The SCC is rigged.” he says rushing to the staircase.

“That’s impossible,” you scoff. “Do you even know what kind of geniuses designed that system?”

He comes to a halt at the top of the staircase and turns to face you, his brows knitted.

“No—no, I don’t know, and chances are, neither do you.”

Pardon?

“What do you mean, Simon?”

That was the first time you managed to utter his real name in the two months you’d been living together.

“The SCC has been rigged since the beginning,” he repeats, “and we’ve been lied to this entire time.” “They were playing fetch with us, having us run around like bloody dogs while they went about their dirty business undisturbed.”

He starts sprinting down the stairs and towards the wine cellar.

“This can’t be Lieutenant,” you exclaim as you chase after him; “who could have orchestrated all this—and right under the nose of the CIA, mind you?”

“Have you heard anything from Laswell?” He asks.

“No, she’s been MIA since this morning—no.”

“Yes.” He nods and opens the cellar door.

“You’re lying; Kate is like a mother to me; she’d never do something like that!”

“This has a different story to tell,” he says, pointing to the bullet wound on his arm.

He unlocks the armoury in the wine cellar and begins loading firearms. He hands you a gun. “Take this,” he says, “you might need it.”

“I have no idea how to use this.” You throw your hands up in the air.

He stands speechless in front of you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief, “all this time, and you didn’t think to mention that you lacked the basic training of firing a bloody gun?”

“They said I wouldn’t have to do it.”

He moves closer to you and stares you down.

“Your… mother, as you call her, threw you into the ocean, fully aware of your inability to swim—think about that.” He explains, motioning the gun around.

He’s right—that fucking bitch; she recruited you, took you under her wing, and taught you everything you know, only to betray you. Not only that, but you’ve been providing her with valuable information all along.

“And where would you suggest I go, Lieutenant?” You ask.

“Price is on his way to pick you up.”

“And go where?” You repeat.

“I don’t fucking know, love—somewhere actually safe, preferably.” He says in a sarcastic tone while gesturing at the safe house.

You were correct—this house didn’t feel “safe” from the beginning.

He pulls back the curtain to look out the window.

“He’s here. You have to go.”

This is it—this is how it ends.

“What about us?” you ask.

He sighs, his gaze falling to the mosaic floor. “There can’t be any “us”, love, not in this place.”

No, no, no, no—he can’t do this to you. This can’t be it.

“Lieutenant, please,” you beg, “don’t let me go like this.”

“I won’t, never.” He spreads his arms wide and motions for you to step forward.

“C’mere.”

You’ve been longing for a hug from him for months, but now that it’s finally happening, you can’t muster the courage to do so. Hugging him means goodbye, and you don’t want this to be the last time you see him.

Instead, you bury your face in your hands and drown in your tears. Your breathing becomes erratic and uncontrollable. You can feel your throat closing up, gulping the air like there is no more oxygen left to breathe in.

And, as you mourn your unfulfilled love, two strong arms rush to your aid. One is pressing against your back, while the other clasps your head and buries you in a warm, firm chest.

He holds you tight—as if he’s trying to squeeze every single tear out of you. Until he absorbs your sorrow on that army green t-shirt of his.

He doesn’t speak; he’s not a man of words, after all. Words are cheap to him. Instead, each word is translated into a stroke of your hair, a caress on your back, a muffled kiss on the crown of your head.

His heartbeat becomes your favourite song as you surrender in his arms. You press against him like a stamp, imprinting everything about him on you—his sweat, his scent, his blood.

Your arms clench around his waist for dear life. He is your life jacket in the ocean that they threw you into.

His embrace feels like the blanket he wrapped around you on that cold, rainy night. His kisses shield you from harm, like a roof over your head. His scent is the comforting aroma of cinnamon that lingers in the air on Christmas Day. He is your safe house, not the walls you’ve been defending in vain for the past year.

“It’s time,” he says, his raspy voice muffled by your hair, “you need to go.”

“Can’t you come with us?”

“You know I can’t.” He says as he opens the front door.

He grabs your hand and drags you outside, both of you sprinting for the car.

You notice two gentlemen inside the RV: a bearded man with a cigar in his mouth and a younger man around your age.

Ghost opens the back door and throws you in, closing it behind you.

“Keep her safe for me, will ya?” He inquires, shaking the Captain’s hand.

“With our very lives.” Gaz asserts.

You turn around as the car begins to drive away, hoping to catch one last glimpse of him, but he’s already gone.

“You alright, love?” Price asks in a cheerful tone.

How can he stay calm amid all this chaos? These operators are from another planet.

He extends his right hand and offers you a piece of paper held between his fingers.

“Ghost just gave me this,” he says, “and it’s for you.”

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod ghost #simon riley

[sixhours]

Like Father, Like Daughters

Rating: PG Word count: 1.6k

Notes: Indulgent The Last of Us fluff from the Ghosts of Babylon universe.

Originally posted at ao3 02/24/2024

~*~

She’s standing over him like a specter in the dark for he doesn’t know how long.

He’s reminded of Sarah and how she would creep to the side of his bed, padding in on silent feet her footie pajamas. He would drift up from the depths of sleep and there would be a small child with dark, glinting eyes staring into his damned soul, and he’d think of The Shining , those twin girls at the end of the long hall.

He hated horror movies even more now that he’d lived one.

“Jesus,” he shudders, rearing back. He hasn’t slept with a gun under his mattress for months, but that doesn’t stop him from reaching for one. “Ellie? What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer, but he can make out the faint trembling of her shoulders in the darkness.

“Nightmare?” he asks, and she gives a single terse nod.

He scoots back to the opposite edge of the bed and pulls back the covers.

“She’s…n-not here?” she asks, voice cracking at the edges, sounding too small and fragile for her 17 years.

“At the clinic tonight,” he murmurs. “C’mere, kiddo.”

She crawls into bed, pulling the quilt up to her chin, her hand automatically finding his under the covers. It reminds him of when they were on the road, bedrolls laid out side by side at a respectable distance, but never quite far enough that they couldn’t reach out and reassure the other that they were still together, still alive.

The tiniest hiccup of a sob as her fingers tighten over his.

“Breathe, kiddo. You’re alright.”

“I…know,” she hitches, but she doesn’t loosen her grip. Her hand is icy, he can feel the vibration of her lingering terror, and he resists the urge to pull her into his arms.

Ellie wasn’t a snuggler. She’d been raised at arm’s length, starved for touch until the need was cruelly erased from her biology. The last time she willingly curled up against him was after Silver Lake when they’d sought shelter in an unheated cabin and been forced into proximity by her shock and the need to conserve body heat. She’d clung to him like a baby koala, unable to make her bloodied, frozen fingers let go of his shirt. He’d held her like that for hours, rocking her back and forth like a small child as he tried not to think about how close they’d come to losing each other.

But after that, even on the worst nights, when the nightmares chased her relentlessly into the dark, she wanted her space. So he’d lie on the floor next to her bed and she’d curl around his hand until she fell asleep. He’d wake up with a neckache that took a week to abate, his spine popping like firecrackers when he finally managed to sit up, but he never complained.

~*~

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks when she’s quieted, when her grip on his fingers is no longer iron-tight.

“S’the usual,” she whispers, thumb running over the dry, scarred skin of his knuckles, the knuckles he’d broken and bloodied in her defense more than once. “Nothin’ new.”

She’s picked up his drawl, he’s noticed. It comes out when she’s tired.

“Thought maybe they’d stopped,” she sighs, watery and defeated. “Feel like such a fuckin’ baby.”

He grunts in sympathy. “Bad dreams don’t care how old you are, kiddo.”

He should know.

After a while, her voice drifts from the dark, muffled by the quilt.

“Do you dream about her? About Sarah?”

The name doesn’t hurt so much when it falls from his daughter’s lips. His answer is a whisper.

“Not enough.”

~*~

She’d moved out to the garage two months ago, and, surprising no one but himself, he’d taken the separation hardest of all. He hadn’t realized how much he depended on the comfort of her presence until she was outside, divided by the night and a locked garage door. When he couldn’t sleep, he’d sit on the porch and watch the soft light of her window until he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

She’d imprinted on him like a mother on its young. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around?

Three years from the time she launched herself at him with the intent to kill. Three years since he snarled like a cornered animal and told her she wasn’t his daughter. Three years since she brought him back from the dead.

And now he’s expected to just…let her go. He rails internally at the unfairness of it.

You need her more than she needs you , isn’t that what you said?

He regrets every second of her life that he’d missed, so many years he’d never see. Her first smile, her first words, her first steps, all at the hands of an uncaring military governess. He couldn’t have been a father then, anyway, too deep in the pills and booze and self-loathing to care about anything but making the next run…but a deep, hidden part of him can’t forgive himself for not finding her sooner. For failing her before he knew he had someone to fail.

He doesn’t realize his pillow is damp until she speaks.

“Dude…are you crying ?”

“No,” he huffs. “M’just tired. Someone woke me up.”

He hears the shit-eating grin in her words.

“You’re worse than Maria when she’s pregnant.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. God, she was right, though. He was hopeless–soft and mushy in his old age, bruised as an overripe fruit. Sometimes he doesn’t recognize himself after what she started, what you finished.

“Hey, I heard a good one the other day,” she continues.

“Shoot.”

“I was gonna make myself a belt made out of watches…but then I realized it would be a waist of time .”

Joel snorts, smiles. “That’s awful. Two outta ten.”

“I saw you grin. That’s worth at least a five.”

“Three,” he counters. “Final offer.”

“Ugh, fine.”

~*~

“Joel?”

“Mmm-yeah,” he murmurs. He’s drifting, half asleep.

“Are you gonna marry her?”

That wakes him up. “What? Jesus.”

She giggles, a sound he can’t hear often enough. “C’mon, dude. You love her. You want her to have all your gross old-man babies.”

“Shuddup,” he grumbles. “We’re not–I don’t–Christ, I’m sixty fuckin’ years old, kid.”

Marriage wasn’t common in Jackson–there was no registrar, nothing legally binding–but some people still liked the ritual. Last month, Theresa and her girlfriend tied the knot in a small ceremony in the south field. Joel was pretty sure he and Ellie had only been invited because of his relationship with you, and then he’d only attended because you insisted it wouldn’t be weird.

It was weird. But, as Ellie was quick to point out, there was free cake.

“Hmm. You were married before, though, right? To Sarah’s mom?”

“Yeah.”

He’d spent a week’s wages on two cheap gold bands and wore his ring for years after the divorce was final. It was easier than answering questions from nosy strangers and single women. Where had that ring gone? Probably caked in dust in a drawer somewhere in Texas.

“So…did you love her?”

He snorts. “Was a different time.”

“...what about Tess?”

The name sends an unexpected pang of regret through him.

“No,” he sighs. “Not the way you’re thinkin’.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth. What he can’t say is that he couldn’t love Tess; that he couldn’t love anyone back then, really.

Not until Ellie. She had taken his broken heart and sewn it back together with crude stitches in trembling hands the same way she’d mended his wounds in Colorado. Then she’d handed it back to him and refused to let him go.

She was impossibly stubborn and impossible not to love.

“Why’re you askin’?” 

He feels rather than sees her shrug in the dark. She’s mentioned a girlfriend in passing, and he’s done what he hopes is an admirable job of not making a fuss over it, but he’s out of his depth. She’s outlived his first kid by a lifetime, and it’s all terrifying and new, like when he’d brought Sarah home, tiny and fragile in his clumsy, unstained hands.

Sarah, who had never seen a prom, never had a first date, never been kissed. Sarah, who would never be a bride.

He tries to imagine giving Ellie away, laughs to himself at the notion of ever having kept her in the first place. Could he walk her down an aisle and let her go? He’s a brute, but he’s never been strong. He is a weak, selfish old man.

…but he could do it if she wanted him to, he decides. If it meant she would have the kind of happiness he’s found with you, he could do it. Would do it.

“Marriage is just a buncha paperwork, anyway,” he grumbles, forcing his eyes shut.

“What a fuckin’ romantic,” she snorts. “Remind me what she sees in you again?”

He wants to tell her that love in the apocalypse is the protection of a loaded gun, plenty of food, and the safety of strong walls.

He wants to ask if she’s been in love before. If she’s in love now.

But he does neither of these things. He just smiles and answers truthfully.

“Couldn’t tell you, kid.”

~*~

You stumble up the stairs when the dawn light is golden on the horizon, bleary-eyed and ready to fall into bed.

There’s a lump under the covers in your spot. Joel and Ellie are mirror images of each other; on their sides, knees tucked up, his hand tucked under her chin. Even their soft snores are set to the same gentle rhythm, bonded by something stronger, richer than blood.

You linger in the doorway, heart in your throat at this indulgence, this tenderness found between two lonely, bruised souls.

You think it might be hope.

#the last of us #the last of us fanfic #fanfic #joel and ellie #joel miller #ellie williams

[saltandburnheathens]

Low Places.

Prompt: Why do you think that you need to fix me? Who told you I was broken!?

Pairing: None.

Rating: Mature for implied/drug use.

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Drug use. Implied suicide.

Summary:

He hadn’t meant for anyone to find him. It was the dead of the night and all Dean had been craving since coming down was to go back up. But in a place like Lebanon, Xanax was the best he could score, and he hadn’t had a proper hit since their last job took them to Austin. Then he’d remembered the methadone pills hidden beneath the driver’s seat of Baby.

Notes:

I saw this prompt and it spoke to me. I have an ongoing story I'm writing purely for self-indulgence and copium that has Dean suffering from addiction. Namely drugs. And this just spoke to me on another level. So I whipped on my playlist for that fic and fired this onto the page. Largely unedited, so excuse my flaws. I was also high when writing as I always am (Just weed, kids. Calm down.)

If you want to see this continued or written around, let me know. I'd love to add another Drug Addict! Dean to my verse.

Show A03 some love.

Curled inward on himself, his knees digging into the hard resin of the shower tray, Dean prayed for escape. He babbled and begged anyone- Chuck, Lucifer, fuckin’ Billie - to snap his God-damned neck in two. There was nothing he deserved more than death and he didn’t quite have the strength (or the balls) to do it himself. 

The water had long turned cold, leaving behind icepicks falling from the shower head and piercing his skin. Over and over and over. Again and again and again. Just like the bad decisions he’d made and the people he’d hurt; Relentless and never-ending. 

Sam was somewhere beyond the door, deep within the bunker and doing everything to avoid the older Winchester. They hadn’t spoken in days, nor crossed paths in the hallways. Dean would say he'd left if he didn’t know any better, didn’t know the fear burning in his brother’s gut. But there was no way he’d do that after catching Dean chasing little pink pills with whiskey. 

He hadn’t meant for anyone to find him. It was the dead of the night and all Dean had been craving since coming down was to go back up. But in a place like Lebanon, Xanax was the best he could score, and he hadn’t had a proper hit since their last job took them to Austin. Then he’d remembered the methadone pills hidden beneath the driver’s seat of Baby.

His first mistake was stopping by the kitchen for a bottle of whiskey. The second was giving into impatience and drowning thirty milligrams in smokey liquor. But it all ended when Dean failed to notice Sam standing on the threshold, atop the step, and watching his every move. Sober Dean wouldn’t have made that mistake, but he didn’t come around much anymore. 

“What is that?” 

Silence.

“Dean. What is that? 

“Whiskey.”

Sam moved closer. One step. Two. Then he was right at Dean’s shoulder and manoeuvring him so they were facing each other. 

“You promised. No more lies.” 

Dean desperately tried to avoid his brother's gaze. His stomach flipped, from the cocktail or fear, he couldn’t tell. Maybe both. 

“Dean!” 

“What?!” 

“What did you take?” The words slow, seething through Sam’s teeth. 

“Nothin’.” 

They went on like that for damn near thirty minutes. Dean denied anything other than liquor and his brother threatened to pat him down. In the end, Sam held firm on his promise and forcefully dug around in the pockets of Dean’s jeans, coming up with a small bag of pink and yellow pills. 

An argument erupted (“You fuckin’ promised me!” “Yeah? Well I lied!”) and Sam found himself on the wrong end of Dean’s fist. It was settled when the younger Winchester fled the kitchen in a horrid silence, his tail between his leg and a shiner developing below his left eye. 

“I can’t deal with you when you’re like this.” 

Dean was alone, fist bloody and bruised, begging the earth to swallow him whole. A gut-wrenching guilt bloomed in his stomach, but the buzz of the drugs overshadowed it. His mind was hazy and covered in heavy thickets of brambles and thorns. And had it not been for the throbbing in his fist, he would have written the whole thing off as some sort of fucked up high. 

But it wasn’t. The evidence was there in black and blue and shades of red. Peppered across his knuckles like crude clouds. 

He clenched his fist, whimpering through the pain, and shifted to cut the water off. Silence bloomed in the absence of thundering icicles. The emptiness left room for thought and Dean didn’t very much care for thought; especially not his. 

“Dean? Are you alright?” 

Somewhere above him, lingering by the door, he heard the fluttering of wings. Then the gentle squeak of the bathroom hinges. 

“What have I told you about personal space, buddy? This is a key example right here.” Dean allowed himself to fall back against the tiles, taking pressure off his knees.

“Because you’re naked? Or because you’re crying?” 

“‘ ‘not crying.” 

He wasn’t, not at that moment. But he had been. He’d practically had to shove his fist in his mouth to stop from screaming through the sobs wracking his body. 

Dean just wanted - needed - it to end. 

Castile moved closer and slid back the glass panel of the shower door. Dean didn’t even reach forward to stop him or try to shield his nakedness. The angel rebuilt him from nothing more than ash, bit by broken bit; Who cares if he saw his cock and balls? Or the bruises on his body from bar fights he couldn’t remember. Or the track marks from needles he vaguely felt? It was nothing to an angel of the lord. 

“You were praying for me.” 

“I wasn’t prayin’ for you. I was prayin’ for anyone who would fuckin’ listen an’ that just so happened to be you. Doesn’t mean I need you.” Dean snarled. 

Castiel came to his hunches, the tail of his coat dipping into the wetness pooled at the base of the shower tray. He cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brows, a look of caution on his countenance. Dean kept his head firmly in his hands. 

“Let me fix you.” 

“Why do ya’ think that you needa’ fix me? Who told you I was broken!?” Dean was looking now, boring holes through the angel's skull with eyes fogged by dope. 

Who the fuck said anything about a repair job? 

“You. You asked for help.” 

“Help can mean a lot of things. Don’t always have to mean I need ya to fix anythin’.” 

The angel seemed to contemplate this for a moment before reaching out and taking hold of Dean’s arm. The hunter jumped back, smacking his head against the tiles, desperately trying to pull himself free from Castiel’s grasp. But it was useless, he was already being whisked forward and up from the floor, his feet struggling for grip through the dampness. He stood shaking on legs made of lead. 

“Jeez. Warn a dude before you manhandle him like that.” Dean grumbled. 

“You’re shivering.”

“Yeah, well” Dean reached for a towel and began dragging it across his body, “I was happy where I was.”

“But you’re cold.”

With a roll of his eyes, Dean pushed past the angel and into his bedroom. As much as he loved the man, his tolerance was wavering. All he wanted was another hit to take the edge off. Then he could go into town in search of the next one. Again and again and again until finally, something killed him. 

Or someone. 

Castiel watched as the hunter pulled on a pair of sweatpants and an old Zeppelin shirt, the pallidness of his skin highlighted further by the darks in his clothing. 

“You’re sick.” It wasn’t a question, but a matter-of-fact observation. 

“I’m doing just fine, C- ” Dean sighed. He sat heavily on his mattress, the frame squeaking against his weight, and leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees. 

He wasn’t ready for this conversation. He hadn’t been ready when Sam cornered him in the kitchen all those nights ago, and he certainly wasn’t near ready now. 

“Sam’s prayers make more sense now.” Castiel took a few tentative steps forward, stopping a few feet shy of the hunter. 

Dean looked up to meet the angel's gaze. His brows were pulled up and knitted together in the middle, a regular expression for him, but it was his eyes that stopped Dean in his tracks. They were frightened, almost like he’d stumbled upon a haunted house when looking for a mansion.

“His - what? Sam’s been prayin’ to you? About me?” 

“He didn’t tell me that you’d relapsed in so many words, but I should have read between the lines. Maybe I didn’t want to believe it.” Castiel pursed his lips together and swallowed, “I rebuilt you from nothing. I know your past, and I assumed your present too.”

“Cas - “ 

“But somehow I missed it.”

“You didn’t miss anything, angel.” Dean spat, drawing his breath back and forth through gritted teeth, “I’m a very good liar.” 

“Yes. It would seem that way.” Castiel hung his head, releasing a trapped sigh. 

Silence stretched between them before Dean rose to his feet to find the remainder of the methadone. He hadn’t many left, maybe enough for another twenty-four hours if he rationed them. But relentless in his effort to chase after the high, he took two from the packet and began to crush them up with the hilt of his pocket knife. 

Castile watched on, astonished at the brashness of it all. 

“You can stand there with your mouth open like a fish, or you can fuck off. I’m gonna do what I’m gonna do whether you’re watching me or not.”

“Is this really how your story ends?” 

“With any luck.” Dean leaned forward, closing one nostril and inhaling through the other. He blinked several times and huffed out through his mouth. The burning disappeared, giving way to the rush of the drug. 

“You don’t mean that, Dean.” 

“Don’ I? What sort of ‘help’ do you think I was askin’ for, huh?” Dean stalked closer to the angel, pupils blown and a small trickle of blood smeared beneath his nose, “Did you think I wanted you to flutter down from your pedestal and throw me a hug? Let me cry on your shoulder and then check me into rehab?” He scoffed, “Been there, done that. The t-shirt just didn’t fit me.” 

“So what are you asking for?” 

“A way out.”

#dean winchester #addict!Dean Winchester #addict!Dean #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn #castiel #sam winchester

[fixfoxnox]

The Silk House (2)

Today's Story: John Price Chases a Train

Summary: Price is a vigilante in a long-term relationship with a prostitute named Nikolai. The problem? Neither of them believes that the other's feelings match their own. So when Nikolai gets an offer of marriage, Price will be forced to face those feelings and determine if his beliefs are true.

Word Count: 10.7k

Warnings: Smut, Misunderstandings, anal, hand jobs, blow jobs

Note: For the wonderful @wmdamadeof

There was something about smoking a cigar while watching the sunset that would never get old for Price. 

He didn’t know what it was. He tried to place it often, tried to figure out what kept him staring out at the oranges and reds of the sky at the end of every day. He could never place it. He wondered often if it was the colors, if he was so attached to the colors that streaked across the sky and the way they would fade into purples and blues before the night took over. He didn’t think it was the colors, though they certainly helped. 

He thought maybe it was the cigar. Maybe it was the steady push and pull of smoke and the red that burned with each breath he took. He thought maybe the taste of smoke on his tongue was so addicting that he just kept coming back for more. It wasn’t the cigars. He never got the same feeling from them when he smoked somewhere else. 

He asked himself one day if it wasn’t necessarily the sunset or the cigar that kept him coming back, but if it was something bigger than that. In those moments, looking over the sunset with a cigar between his fingers, Price felt content. He felt free, like he belonged, like he found his place in the world. He thought the open hills and freedom of the West were just what he needed. The sunset just reminded him of that. It was the most likely option and the one he’d settled on for himself. He didn’t think he could be content anywhere else. 

“Oi, Cap,” Price turned his head away from the sunset, moving to watch as his team approached him. Gaz was the one who’d spoken, and the younger man was quick to pull his hat off of his head to hold it against his chest as he grinned at him. Price observed the move carefully, amusement tugging at him. “We’ve got the horses settled and everything paid for. We’re gonna head in if that's alright with you, yeah boss?”

“What did I say about calling me Cap?” Price asked rather than answering. His response didn’t throw Gaz off, instead it only seemed to make his smile grow wider. Price was fond of him and they both knew that he wasn’t actually upset by the playful nickname. Not that Price particularly liked it, Captain Price sounded a bit stuffy to him all things considered. “What’s the rush to get inside?” He took another puff from his cigar.

“Ghost and Soap want to try their luck with Roach again,” Gaz teased, nudging at Soap as he did. In response, Soap’s face went bright red and Price could see a blush peeking out over the top of Ghost’s bandana. Soap was quick to give Gaz a glare and curse at him in a low voice. None of them would have understood him even if he’d spoken at a normal volume, though Price wasn’t going to say that. 

“Gaz just wants to flirt with the fuckin’ barman again!” Soap accused, pointing a finger toward Gaz as he did. The result was immediate, and now Gaz was flushed as well. Price could only watch amused as the two started to argue back and forth and, inevitably, started to playfully shove at one another.

After several moments of watching the scuffle while puffing on his cigar, Price decided it was time to intervene. “Alright you two, you look like drunken fools, knock it off.” Immediately, the two separated, matching grins on their faces as they did. For as much as they poked fun at the other, it was clear to see how much they actually cared. Price gave the two a quick once over before turning his attention to Ghost and Soap, “Try to keep yourselves respectful, the last thing we need is to get banned for life because two of my men won’t stop trying to fuck the owner.” 

Soap gave a mock salute to him while Ghost only shifted nervously before offering a small nod. Price didn’t doubt that the two were ever anything but respectful to Roach. The lad didn’t take shit from anyone, so he doubted that he would take it from his men. That and it was clear to see that Ghost and Soap’s fascination with him ran deeper than the occasional coin they pooled together to take a night with him. 

After giving the group one last once over, he tilted his head toward the door of the building behind him. “Alright, go on. I’ll join you lot soon.” He brought his cigar back to his lips and turned his attention toward the setting sun once again, ignoring the group as they moved to pass them. 

“Oh uh,” he turned at the sound of Gaz’s voice next to him and raised an eyebrow at the man, “Want me to ask Roach to get your usual set up?” His words weren’t quiet, they both knew that Price had no shame in the money or time that he spent in the upstairs rooms of the Silk House.

He gave a short nod and, with that, Gaz was moving inside the building after Soap and Ghost, leaving Price to smoke his cigar alone in the peace of the sunset. Just how he liked it.

“All these new scars,” Nikolai gave a disappointed tut as he let his hands move across Price’s skin, “What am I going to do with you, dusha moya?” The warm water covering Price’s skin did nothing to keep the feeling of Nik’s hands from burning into him. With every scrub and wipe of dirt from him, Price could feel himself relaxing. It was always so easy to relax when he was with Nikolai.

Price tilted his head back against the tub, exposing the line of his throat to Nik’s eyes. The other man took quick advantage, leaning forward to place kisses along his skin as his hands worked to clean his skin of any dirt and grime that seemed to linger. “You’d rather me turn up with new scars than not turn up at all,” Price commented as the other man pulled away from him, his attention back on cleaning his body with attentive hands.

“I would rather it if you had no scars, but I certainly expect you to return to me either way.” The words sent a shiver down Price’s spine and he couldn’t help but to give the other man a soft smile. Nik was quick to return it and, for just a moment, the two simply watched one another, both feeling a softness that they knew they only held for one another. “I missed you,” Nik muttered the words under his breath, his voice soft. Still, the words were loud enough to hear. 

Price brought a hand up to tangle in Nik’s hair. He used his grip to gently tug the other man closer to him, pulling him forward until he could press their lips together in a soft kiss. It was slow and filled with emotion that Price rarely ever felt that he could show. Only for Nikolai. It was all reserved for him. He didn’t respond to the other man, he never did.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss Nikolai or wish that they would have more time together, it wasn’t that. Price adored Nik. He adored the man just as much as he could tell Nikolai adored him. He wouldn’t show it though, he wouldn’t show it because he would never be able to have the man and he knew it. 

He knew he was already attached, but it was so much easier to pretend that he wasn’t. To pretend that he hadn’t fallen for a man who’d refused to leave the business for him, who adored him but wouldn’t stop his work for him. So, Price tried to pretend he wasn’t attached, because it hurt more when he acknowledged that he was. 

After a moment, Price pulled back. He let himself relax back into the tub, turning his eyes toward the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to feel Nik’s eyes burning into him. He could never really handle the heat that the other man fixed him with, the heat and the love and the adoration. It was all too much for him. Too much. Not enough. Not what he wanted. 

Several moments of silence passed between the two, Price didn’t move. He didn’t know if Nik was expecting something from him, if the man was waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t speak. He would let Nikolai control where they went from here because he couldn’t trust himself to do it. He couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to kiss the man and get to his knees and beg for him to just leave with him. He just couldn’t trust himself. 

Finally, Nikolai began to move, pushing himself from his kneeled position next to the tub and stretching up into the air in a way that was all too appealing for Price. His eyes traced the lines of Nikolai’s skin, marking out familiar paths that he’d spent so many nights tracing with his fingers, knowing he would be forced to leave the following day. “Come, John.” Price’s eyes traced up to Where Nikolai was watching him, a small smile pulling at his lips as he did, “Come, you’re clean.”

“So I’m welcome in your bed now?” Price asked playfully, pushing himself up from the now murky bathwater. He accepted Nikolai’s help out of the tub and allowed the other man to begin to dry him with a soft towel. Price had no issue standing in front of the other man bare, or in feeling the towel across his skin. The two had seen each other in every state of undress and situations far worse than simply standing naked.

“You,” Nik tossed the towel to the side and started to guide Price toward the bed, gently turning him as he did, “are welcome in my bed at all times, dusha moya.” He kept his touch on Price’s skin gentle, even as he pushed him and manhandled him how he liked. Price would never understand how the man had come to be so large, how he’d come to be so strong. He would never complain about it though. 

The back of his legs hit the bed and he let himself fall backward to sit on the soft mattress, his head tilted up so that he could meet Nik’s eyes. Nikolai’s hands traced along his bare chest, running through the hair that dotted his skin before rising up to stroke slowly over his shoulders, almost reverently. “Unless I’m dirty?” Price teased the man again, a grin on his lips even as his body lit up red. 

Nikolai gave a huff, but it was undermined by the laugh that cut through it. A matching grin pulled to his face as he used his hands on Price’s shoulders to push him back, gently applying pressure until Price was laid on the bed beneath him. “You would not want a dirty cowboy in your bed either.” He moved to hover over Price before lowering himself to begin pressing kisses along his neck again.

His lips traced across Price’s skin and the man could only tilt his head back and offer Nik more room to do whatever he liked. His head felt fuzzy and his chest felt warm. He felt content, he felt like he belonged. He felt like he was smoking a cigar and watching the sunset. “Besides,” Nik whispered as his kisses became more entwined with the press of his teeth and tongue, “It’s much nicer to taste a clean cowboy than a dirty one.”

Moments later and his mouth found Price’s, his tongue slipping between just parted lips. Price gave a contented sigh and pressed closer. Nikolai tasted like home.

Perhaps Nikolai was a fool. He questioned it often, he questioned himself often. He’d fucked up a lot in his life. Really, he had. And yet, he struggled to call himself a fool. 

The first time that he should have called himself a fool was when he was fifteen. He’d left Russia and his family and everything he’d ever known behind because…well because he wanted something different. He didn’t want to just be, he wanted to live. So he’d snuck his way onto a ship and months of scrounging and stealing later and he’d found himself hopping off of the ship in the West. He had nothing with him. He thought he’d be fine.

He wasn’t fine. He’d somehow through slow negotiating and the kindness of strangers that he met along the way, found himself three years later starving in a small town in one of the new Western territories. He had nothing. He was hungry, he was desperate, he was…young. Eighteen, spotted by some noblewoman who took a liking to him, a liking to his stature and his strength. She’d whispered that he would make a killing. He thought she’d meant for himself. She hadn’t. 

He was a twenty-three-year-old stuck in a shitty contract that was only legal because it wasn’t a state he lived in, only a territory. He was owned, he was nothing more than his body. Thrown into a life where whoever had the most coin would get to spend a night in his arms. The contract was clever, designed so he’d never be able to pay his way out of it. He was stuck. 

He was twenty-three when he met John Price. Price himself was a twenty-one-year-old fresh-faced deputy, all smiles and grins as he spoke to Nikolai. As though he didn’t understand that he hadn’t paid for a chat, he’d paid for a fuck. He hadn’t let Nikolai fuck him. And, in the nights that he’d returned, months of buying him out to chat and ask questions, he still never once let Nikolai pull him beneath the sheets. 

Nik thought that was what made him start falling for Price initially. Price didn’t look at him like he was just an object to be paid for, he looked at him like he was a person. So Nik was twenty-three and falling in love with a deputy. 

Nik was thirty when Price asked him to leave. Nik was thirty. He was still trapped. He wanted to say yes…he couldn’t. He watched Price leave instead. 

Nikolai was now thirty-nine. He was older, bordering on the age at which many people in his business were forced to quit. He was no longer owned. He worked for himself and himself alone while he waited and prayed that Price would ask him to leave again. Price never did. 

That wasn’t the point anymore. The point now, as it stood, was that Nikolai was old. His clients were slowing down. The days that he would go with no one to offer him coin for a night only seemed to grow. He knew what was going on, he knew he was becoming undesirable. He knew that soon, he would have to figure out some way to support himself again, or he’d be back on the streets. Cold, hungry, alone.

Roach had told him time and time again that he would never let that happen. Nik was one of his boys, a funny statement considering he was much older than the owner of the little brothel, that he’d always have a place and a job with him. Nik had never wanted to accept that, it felt like charity. He wanted to earn his way, to prove himself, he didn’t want everything handed to him. But, he knew his time was running out. 

That was why he hadn’t thrown out the letter. 

It sat in front of him now, unassuming and plain against the dark wood of the little desk in his room. He stared at it, just tracing the creamy white color with his eyes. It was so pristine, so nice. It spelled…something new for him. Something decent. A way to take care of himself, to make sure he would never have to accept charity from anyone else again. It should have been easy for him to look at the letter. It wasn’t. 

It wasn’t easy. Not when he had the scent of Price lingering on his bed sheets and the sounds of him crying his name in his ears. Not when he had years of love and friendship bouncing around in his mind, years of waiting. It felt like…like accepting what was in front of him, what had been offered to him, it felt like throwing all of that away. He didn’t want to throw it away. 

He tilted his head back with a sigh, rolling his neck to try and relieve some of the tension from his body. It never seemed to work, but still, he tried. He wished that Price was there with him, that he wasn’t sitting at the desk alone. Price wasn’t there, he’d left moments prior to go downstairs and collect his men before setting off to work. Nik hated to see him leave, but he took solace in the fact that Price was meant to be back in a few days.

He tilted his head to the side, a little smile ticking up his lips as he caught sight of the hat sitting on the dresser in the corner. A chuckle escaped his lips and soon he was up and across the room to snatch the hat up. Leave it to Price to forget something so dear to him before leaving. He gave a quick tut before moving out of his room and toward the stairs quickly, hoping to catch Price before he really set off. He thought the man might notice, but he might not. And, it gave him an excuse to have just a moment longer with him. 

He stopped at the top of the stairs with a start, confusion overtaking him as he spotted Price at the bar, talking with Roach. The gaming parlor was practically empty at this time of day, so even at his spot at the top of the stairwell, he could hear the two’s conversation quite easily. He’d expected Price to be gone or leaving already, and he could assume that the others were waiting outside considering Soap and Ghost weren’t hovering as close to Roach as they could get. So he wondered why Price was still inside.

“-says you don’t pay.” He caught the end of Roach’s words as he took a careful step down the stairs, trying not to distract them. “He says you’re a guest, not a client. You don’t pay for your time with him.” Roach crossed his arms over his chest and fixed Price with an annoyed look. Based on his face, it was clear this was an argument they’d had before. Nikolai could feel dread bubbling up in his gut at the thought. He tightened his hand on Price’s hat.

Price gave a chuckle and pushed several coins toward Roach on the bar, “We have this argument every time, Roach. I want to pay.” He leaned against the bar, “Can we just skip ahead, you know that you always accept the money. Why do this whole song and dance?”

“I do this whole ‘song and dance’ for Nikolai,” Roach glared down the man in front of him, “He doesn’t want you to pay, I respect those wishes. With the way that the two of you are…I thought you would as well.” 

Nik’s heart beat faster in his chest and his head felt as though it was filled with cotton. He thought his breathing might be shallow, but he couldn’t tell beyond the faint feeling that took over and the blood rushing through him. Price had been paying for him? Even…even after Roach had told him that he didn’t want him to pay?

“I do this for Nik,” Price’s voice was harsh and the tone of it made Nikolai flinch. Roach didn’t flinch, he just raised an eyebrow at Price in an unimpressed manner. “Take the money,” Price pushed it forward again, “take it as a donation if you have to. I don’t care. I just want it going to Nikolai.” 

There was a long moment before, with a deep sigh, Roach leaned forward to swipe the money from the bar. Nikolai could see the scowl on his face, but he could hardly think or react. Price had just paid for him. John had just paid for him. 

“Get out of my bar,” Roach barked at the man. Price shook his head and tapped a hand on the bar for a few moments before pushing himself back and starting to gather up his things. Nikolai watched him for several moments, unable to really do much other than watch the man. 

“I’ll be back in a few days with the boys,” Price turned to Roach with a careful look on his face, “I know you’re pissed, but I do this for a reason.” Nikolai wondered what his reason could be. There was only one thing he could believe, only one thing that he could think of. Price didn’t want to be his guest. Price wanted to keep that wall of separation. He wanted a way to keep himself and Nikolai from ever getting past what they were. 

“John,” his voice carried across the bar before he could even register that he’d spoken. His voice caught Price’s attention, and the man was quick to plaster a grin on as he turned to look at him. Nik didn’t say anything, he just held up the hat for Price to see. 

In a second, the other man was crossing the room in quick strides, moving quickly and quietly up the stairs to meet him where he stood. The hat was taken gently from his hands and a quick and careful kiss was pressed against his lips. Nik wondered if the kiss was even real. 

“Thank you, love, would have had a shit few days without this.” Price gave him a smile and pressed another kiss against his cheek. “I’ll be back soon.” The words were whispered against his skin before another kiss was pressed to his cheek. Price was off then, moving down the stairs quickly and toward the front of the building with a wave toward Roach.

Nik barely had enough time to call, “Be safe,” to him before he was out the door with one last wink sent over his shoulder toward him. The sound of the front door of the house closing seemed to echo around the empty gaming parlor. He stood still for several long moments, just watching the place where Price had just disappeared, taking his heart along with him. Slowly, he let his eyes trail over to the bar.

He met Roach’s eyes and he could see even from his place at the top of the stairs the guilt that seemed to be written on his face. Guilt and…was it pity? No, not pity, just sorrow. Roach was upset on his behalf. The younger man was smart, he knew everything, he probably knew about the letter sitting neatly in the upstairs room, and he likely knew how dear Price was to him.

Nik thought about the letter sitting upstairs, about the pristine creamy white envelope with the letter inside, the one he’d poured over countless times already. He thought, maybe now was the time to look it over again, to really consider what he was being offered. 

“Um,” he turned slightly but kept his eyes on Roach’s for a long moment, “I’ll be upstairs if uh if anyone comes in for me.” He didn’t wait for a response before turning and starting up the stairs, his movement slow. He was in no rush. After all, he knew that with how business had been for him the past several months, he would have no clients until Price returned.

“Kamarov, huh?” Roach dropped the letter gently to his desk, his eyes tilting up toward Nikolai knowingly. Nik had no doubt that the man had known about the letter and its contents, but this was clearly the first he’d gotten the exact details of it. “He has always seemed to enjoy you more than a client strictly would.” A small teasing smile pulled at the edge of his lips, “You’re his bad boy aren’t you?” 

Nik could feel his face head up red and he gave a groan, burying his face in his hands as he did. “Please do not remind me,” he shook his head lightly, an almost choked laugh leaving his throat, “The man is interesting, that is for certain.”

Roach hummed, an amused smile still painting his lips, “Interesting is certainly one way to describe it. Interesting and offering you…something good. Something sustainable.” Nikolai wanted to sigh at those words, but instead, he just rubbed tiredly at his face again. They both knew what this conversation was, so he supposed that there was no reason to draw it out. 

“Yes,” he agreed finally, straightening up in his seat so that he was sitting tall. It helped to make him feel more confident than he truly was with the decision. “It’s a good deal for me, I’ll be taken care of, have a stipend. A house. I would be a fool to refuse the offer.”

“You will be married,” Roach stated plainly. He tilted the letter toward him with his finger, his eyes tracing over it once again, “Not only married but married to a client. There is more to consider than what money it will afford you.” He leaned forward, tilting himself so that his arms were against the desk and he could lean closer to Nik across the table. Nik knew exactly what he was going to say before he spoke. “Price,” his face softened, “you know that, I mean you understand that-”

“It will be the end of my relationship with him,” Nik leaned back in his seat, trying to breathe through the thought. He started tapping his heel, needing some way to get the anxious energy out of his body. “I’ve thought it through…I think it's for the best.” 

“You love him,” Roach spoke the words plainly, as though they weren’t digging into his heart.

“I do,” Nik confirmed. There was no point denying it, no point hiding it. They both knew. Nikolai had never been able to hide it, it was practically ingrained into his bones with how deep it ran. There was quiet that fell over the two before Nik confessed, “I know he’s been paying.”

He looked away from Roach but he could still feel the younger man’s gaze burning into his skin. Seconds ticked past with no response, but he could hear the way that Roach tapped his fingers against his desk, a nervous habit of his that Nik had picked up on only months after being brought under his service. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nikolai answered carefully. “I should have known. Things haven’t been the same between us for…too long.” 

“He loves you.” 

Those words did pull a stuttered breath from Nikolai’s lungs. He had to grip tight to the arm of the chair he was in just to pull himself back together enough to respond. “He did,” he agreed, “at one point he did. Now is different, something is different. Our chance, my chance is gone. This is my last option.” 

Roach joined his hands together, twirling his thumbs around one another for a long moment before he asked, “You’re not here to talk this through, are you? You’ve already made up your mind?” All he received in response was a quick nod from Nikolai. Silence sat between the two for a long moment. Roach didn’t look particularly happy, but as usual, he would support his workers, no matter what. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Nikolai answered easily. “A um, a stagecoach will pick me up and take me to the next town over. I’ll leave on the train in the morning.” He hesitated for a moment before explaining, “I’ve already started clearing out my room.” 

“Right then,” Roach cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. Nikolai thought that he was trying distinctly to look unbothered by what he’d just been told. “I supposed congratulations are in order then,” he gave him a small smile, “I’ll be sad not to have you around, but I’m happy for you all the same.”

“Thank you,” Nikolai gave him a small nod and a soft smile and that was all there was to it. Nik had made his decision. Roach respected that. 

Price and his boys didn’t get back until hours after Nikolai had left. It was almost perfectly timed just the way that they’d missed one another. One would have almost thought that it was planned. It didn’t matter if it was or wasn’t, in the end, what mattered was that Price didn’t arrive back at the Silk House until Nikolai was already gone. 

He came in like he normally would, moments after his boys had stepped inside, only this time things were different. Rather than the three men gathered around the bar with Soap and Ghost trying desperately to hold Roach’s attention, rather than Gaz leaning over the bar so that he could watch Jackson mix drinks together as he flirted, all three of the men were gathered together. They were gathered together in front of Roach, with wide eyes and something that spelled trouble on their faces.

He made a line to the group immediately, forgoing his usual path straight up to Nikolai’s room. “What’s happened?” He asked when he was close enough. Immediately he had the eyes of the little group on him. Roach looked the most normal out of them, but even he noticed his clenched jaw and the way he wouldn’t fully meet his eyes. 

“Cap,” Gaz started. His voice broke toward the end and he snapped his mouth shut, looking away as though he couldn’t physically bring himself to explain. Price looked between the group, dread building in his gut. They’d all been their usual excited selves when they’d arrived, he couldn’t understand what had changed. 

“What?” He tried again, his voice more serious. He needed someone to explain what had happened. To explain why they were all looking at him like he might collapse before their eyes. 

“Price,” it was Roach who finally spoke, Price thought he should have suspected it would be him able to piece himself together enough to explain, “Nikolai isn’t here.” 

Price blinked at him, trying to figure out why that was such a big deal. So Nikolai wasn’t there, Price would just wait for him to get back from whatever errand he was running. He’d done it before and Nik never seemed to mind finding him waiting on his bed, spread out and waiting for him. “That’s all?” He started, “Why are you-”

“Nikolai left,” Roach explained. He met Price’s eyes carefully and with a sudden, startling, and overwhelming clarity, Price understood what he was trying to say. Dread crept up his spine and seemed to slither around his body in long tendrils. They wrapped around his throat and sat there as a burning presence for several moments. Roach straightened up before adding, “He’s getting married.” 

The tendrils tightened, and with it, Price felt he could no longer breathe.

“You’ve been so stressed lately, dusha moya,” Nikolai muttered the words against his skin, his teeth and tongue teasing over Price’s hip. A moment later and he fixed his mouth in one place to begin sucking a mark there, pulling a low groan from Price’s mouth. Once he’d left a healthy bruise in his wake, he returned to licking and teasing the skin with his teeth. “I can feel it.”

He traced his lips up the line of Price’s body, stopping temporarily to tease and suck at his nipples, causing Price to quickly bury a hand in his hair, trying to tug him closer as he arched up into the touch. He could feel Nik chuckling against his skin. “What has you so stressed right now? Hmm?” 

Price gasped as Nik continued his path up his body, tracing slow kisses along his neck as he did. Finally, those kisses traced over his chin before finding his lips. The kiss was a slow thing, slow and deep. Price allowed Nik his control this time and only whimpered when the other man grabbed his chin to tilt his head just how he wanted him. It only made everything feel that much more intense. 

Nikolai moved his leg, pressing his thigh right against Price’s hard and dripping length, pulling a moan from his lips just as he opened his mouth to respond. Nik continued his assault on Price’s skin, pressing his adoration into every touch, stroke, and tease. He wanted more than anything for the man beneath him to feel how he felt for him, to understand just how much he was adored. 

“I,” Price tilted his head back again and bucked his hips against Nikolai’s thigh, moaning at the resulting friction that came from the move, “Did you know that you make it so difficult to focus?” Price’s skin felt hot as Nik gave a rumbling chuckle against him, but his heart fluttered in his chest all the same. 

“I could say the same to you,” Nik responded easily. He nipped at Price’s neck, “You’re a lovely distraction though.” He let one of his hands trail over Price’s chest, feeling along the skin with a gentle, almost reverent, hand. 

Price used the hand that he had threaded through Nik’s hair to guide him down into another kiss. This one was slower, and wasn’t so much one kiss as several presses of their lips together, in a careful dance. After a moment, Price tugged back to press their forehead together, a press of skin as they locked eyes and slowly rutted against the other, shared gasps and moans spilling into the silence of the space between them. 

“Fuck,” Price pressed them closer, letting their lips hover together as the pleasure build between them. Now they shared the same breath, hardly any space between them as they continued rutting and writhing together. They were a mess of sweat and heat as they took pleasure in the friction of each other. “Just, oh fuck, just like that.” 

“Like this?” Nik rocked Price against just as he’d done moments before and with the answering moan he’d received, it was easy to just continue the movements. The feel of Price’s own body rubbing up against his hard cock made for a surge of mutual lust and pleasure. Neither of them wanted it to stop, so they didn’t, they just continued to press against the other and seek the warmth that was slowly searing through their veins to build a delicious pressure. 

Price came first, writhing and shaking in Nik’s hands as the other man continued to work him against his thigh, not letting up until he was collapsing on top of him with a gasp, his own finish finding him suddenly. It was a quick interaction, but something that both of them enjoyed. 

Soft kisses were shared between them, just a slow press of comforting lips as Nik whispered praises into Price's skin. “So good,” and “so perfect,” and “I love you.” Each spoken with a reverence and truth that left Price no choice but to believe it. Several quiet moments passed by like this, and Price enjoyed the feeling of being in Nikolai’s arms, of being close. It made him want…it made him wish…

“I quit,” he spoke quietly. 

Nikolai went quiet and, after a moment, he pulled back so he could look at Price. He hovered over him and watched him for a long moment, tilting his head at him carefully. “You quit?” He didn’t sound upset with him, he just sounded confused. “Why?”

“I can’t do anything as deputy,” Price spoke carefully, “the sheriff is on everyone’s payroll. He looks the other way for things. I…I can’t do that. So I quit.” 

Nik pushed himself back further until he was sitting back on his heels, looking down at Price. Price followed suit and used his hands to push himself up into a sitting position, watching Nik carefully. “Oh,” Price couldn’t read his face, “So…where will you go now? What will you do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Price leaned forward, trying to get closer to him, “I want to help people. I want to, I don’t know, try to fix things. But I don’t know how I’m going to do that yet.” 

“Well,” Nik reached out to brush a hand through his hair, “if anyone can do it, there’s no doubt in my mind that it will be you.” Price went hot at the words, a sense of pride running through him. Nikolai’s support meant more to him than anyone else's, having his support was exhilarating. 

Price thought then about what had been weighing on his mind recently. He would be leaving town which meant leaving Nikolai. Unless, well unless it didn’t. He loved the man, he adored him with every fiber of his being. Nikolai loved him. He didn’t doubt that. So, surely, Nikolai would be willing to come with him. 

“I wanted to ask,” Price moved closer and lifted a hand to cup Nikolai’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the skin as he did, “I love you and, and I don’t want to leave you.” Nikolai leaned into his hand, a relieved sigh leaving him as he heard Price’s words. “So, I was thinking, you should…you could come with me? Leave this and we could find something new together.” 

A quiet settled over the room. Price watched Nik’s face fall and he felt as the man slowly pulled away from his touch. Price could feel his heart sink into his chest before Nikolai even spoke. “John,” his voice was soft, like he was trying to offer comfort for the heartbreak he was about to give, “I can’t.” 

“Nik-”

“I love you,” Nik reached forward to run a hand over his shoulder, “but I can’t. I have to stay here, they won’t,” he cut himself off with a huff and muttered several words in Russian. “It isn’t, well, you know they have,” he gave another annoyed huff, unable to find the right words. He didn’t have to, Price understood him perfectly well. 

“Nik,” He reached out a hand and let it land on the man’s knee, “You don’t have to explain. I understand.” He hated to say it, but he understood perfectly well. Nikolai wouldn’t leave for him. Nik wanted to stay in the business. 

Nik gave him a terrible frown and Price could see tears gather in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m sorry.”

Despite how bad his chest hurt, despite the devastation and heartbreak he felt, Price couldn’t stand to see Nik look so upset. “It’s alright,” he answered back, “I’m alright.”

He wasn’t alright, but he would say whatever he had to for Nikolai’s peace of mind. 

Price was a mess, a proper fucking mess. 

Bent over a bar with tears staining his face, his third drink in hand, he hated himself in that moment. He’d never wanted to get to this point, some depressed sop sitting at a bar filled with pity for themselves. He’d even taken to talking, just speaking words about his relationship with Nikolai through his tears. He thought he was truly pathetic, a true mess of a man. 

“Maybe we slow down with the drinks,” Roach watched with thinly veiled worry as he drained his third drink quickly, just the same as he’d done the first two. “I won’t have you puking on my floor.” 

Price could see the glance that the man shared with his boys, the worry that they all shared. Price thought they were right to worry, he honestly wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with this. It was always Nik that he thought about returning to. Always Nikolai who had him planning and carefully executing everything his team did. He needed to be careful so he could make it back, so he could see Nik again. Now? Now what did he have to be careful for?

“I thought he loved me,” Price leaned forward to bury his face in his arms, “I thought he loved me. Maybe not as much as I wanted him to, maybe not as much as I did, but I really thought he loved me.”

Roach’s attention left the boys and came back to him. Price could see him narrow his eyes down at him and straighten up taller. “Nik does love you,” he wrinkled his nose, “he thought you didn’t love him. That’s why he left.” 

“Why would he think that?” Price didn’t believe him. Why would Nik leave if he loved him? Why would Nik ever believe that he wasn’t so enamored with him? He’d asked him to leave all those years ago, it had been Nik who said no. “I made my feelings clear.”

“Yeah,” Roach snorted, “paying for him when he didn’t want you to certainly made those feelings clear.” His face was hard and Price once again found himself wondering what the man had against the idea of Price trying to help Nikolai out. He’d always paid for Nik and he’d only been told he didn’t have to when the other man started working at the Silk House. He wanted to pay because he wanted to help. Because he loved him.

Price shot him a glare, “I paid because I loved him. I wanted to take care of him, why don’t you seem to get that?” 

His words were snappy and Roach had no qualms snapping back, “Because to us you aren’t paying to take care of us, you’re paying to have us for a night.” He bared his teeth and, at that moment, Price remembered that the man in front of him wasn’t just the owner of the establishment, but was an entertainer and worker just as much as Nik was. “The message you send when you pay is that you are a client. Not a lover, not a friend, not someone who cares about the person you’re with, just another client who wants a warm place to stick their cock for the night.” 

Price gaped at the man for a long moment. He’d never considered it that way, he’d never thought how it might look to Nikolai or Roach. He’d just assumed…he’d just thought that he was helping. His intentions were good. He loved Nik and he wanted to care for him. A part of him felt embarrassed at the fact that Roach had needed to explain something so simple to him, another part of him felt like he needed to defend himself. 

“Even so,” Price grumbled out, “he was the one who chose this life over me. He turned me down when I asked him to leave with me, to build a life somewhere else with just the two of us.” He looked down at the bar, tracing his fingers over the counter in front of him with a low sigh. 

“What?” Roach turned away from him to reach back and start pouring him another drink, Price was grateful for it. “I seriously doubt Nik would do that.”

“He did, back when he worked at the other place.”

The glass of alcohol suddenly slammed down in front of him on the bar, spilling bits of the liquid onto the bar and soaking into his shirt. “Hey-!”

“What did you say?” Roach’s voice was tight and Price could see how tense the man was, how hard he was gripping the glass in front of him. Something about it spelled danger for him, but he continued nonetheless. 

“Back at the old place,” he started nervously, “I asked him to come with me and he turned me down. He chose the job over me, if he loved me-”

“You’re an idiot.” There was a moment of silence that hovered over the group. Price just looked at Roach, witnessing the rage that sat across his features. As usual, he couldn’t understand what it was that had earned him such ire from the younger man. 

“Roach,” That was Soap, his voice low and hesitant, as though he was also afraid to speak.

“No,” Roach cut him off with a short glare, “he’s an idiot.” he pulled the glass away from Price and turned to dump the contents out in a little bucket before setting the thing to the side to be cleaned. When he turned back, he made a point to wipe up the alcohol he’d spilled as he spoke, “Nik didn’t turn you down because he chose the job, he turned you down because he actually couldn’t leave. He was under contract.”

“Contract?” Price questioned slowly. There was something sick sitting in his throat, something that told him that Nik had been trying to explain something more than he thought back in that room. 

“That’s how some of the brothels get their workers,” Roach explained, glaring at his counter, “They trick you into a contract, you’re forced to work for them until you can pay them back. They make it near impossible to pay them back, you’re stuck. You try to run, well they’ve usually got the law in their pocket so you end up in jail or right back where you started.” 

Price swallowed harshly, a terrible sense of clarity hitting him. “But,” he started dumbly, “contracts like that are against the law.” 

Roach slammed his hand down on the bar, “Damn it, Price!” He leaned closer to him, glaring him down as he spoke, “When are you going to realize there is no law here? There’s only what your money can buy.” 

Price swallowed hard. It was a lesson he knew, one he’d been forced to learn many times over. When he was a deputy, when he’d trusted a man on a payroll, when he’d been forced to face an old friend on opposite sides, and now he was forced to learn it again. Only this time, it wasn’t because he’d been betrayed or let down, it was because he’d been naive. Too naive. 

Slowly, shakily, he pushed himself up from his seat at the bar. He had to go. He had to find Nik. “I,” he took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Roach, “I have to-”

“Go,” Roach nodded to him, “drinks are on the house.” Roach turned to his boys then, “You lot go with him. He’s three drinks deep with a train to catch and I’ll be damned if he misses it and the man he loves because of it.” His eyes lingered over Soap and Ghost for a moment before he turned back to Price, “Get out of my bar.” 

Price listened. 

Price didn’t stop for anything the entire night. From the moment he got back on his horse to the moment that he could see that little town in the distance where the train station was, he never once considered stopping. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop until he’d spoken to Nik. Stopped him from getting on that train or spilled his guts to him and let him decide what to do from there. 

It was quite possibly the most stressful ride of Price’s life and, as the sun started rising over the small town he pushed his horse harder. He would need to give her a long rest after the night, but for now, he encouraged her to push from the steady trot she’d been at all night into a full run. He knew Nik’s train would be taking off soon. He didn’t have much time left. 

As soon as he reached the station he was off of his horse. His feet hit the ground before she fully stopped moving and soon he was wrapping her lead tight around a post and whispering a quick, “Stay put,” to her before taking off. 

He weaved through crowds of people as fast as he could, shoving at some people where it was necessary. Of course, there were many angry shouts toward him and a few people who shoved him back, but he hardly paid them any mind as he started scanning the long lines of people filing onto the train. 

Everything was so chaotic with people constantly moving and talking as they filed on board, Price felt lost just as much as he felt desperate and panicked. He needed to move quicker, at this rate Nik was likely already on the train. It was that thought that had him pushing past the line of people and shoving the ticket collector out of his way so that he could jump onto the train in a rush. 

He could hear people shouting behind him, likely chasing after him to try and remove him from the train but he pressed on. He pushed past people, rushing through the cart and checking every seat as he moved. He jumped to the next cart just as easily, even as he could hear the ticket collectors getting closer to him, calling for him to stop and demanding that he get off the train at once. 

It wasn’t until the third cart that he finally found Nikolai. It was a nicer cart, much less crowded, so he had no problem spotting the head of dark hair at the back. Nik wasn’t looking at him, he was sitting next to some man whom Price didn’t recognize, speaking quietly. 

He moved quickly down the aisle of the train before calling, “Nik!” He watched Nikolai look up at him, his eyes widening and his mouth forming the shape of his name. He felt relief for one slow moment before he was grabbed roughly from behind and restrained by two of the ticket takers. He struggled against him as they yanked him out of the cart, even managing to get a good hit on one of the men. In the end, though, it was fruitless and he was tossed off of the train and back onto the platform. 

He tried several more times to get back on the train, but now that he’d done it once he had men watching him. Station security and the ticket takers had him in their sights and he never managed to get close to the train again. It was much easier for them to watch him once most of the passengers had boarded and, before long, the train was taking off as one of the security men pushed him toward the front of the station to make him leave. He was powerless to do anything other than watch the train leave, taking Nik with it. 

By the time the boys caught up with him, he was sitting on the front steps of the station, his head buried in his hands as tears leaked from his eyes. He wiped them away carefully as the three men approached him, sorry looks on their faces. They knew he’d missed him. It would be clear for anyone to see from the state of him. 

“Alright, Cap?” Gaz asked carefully, taking a step closer to him as he did. Price could only give a watery chuckle and shake his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I saw him,” Price explained, “I was so close. I was right there and I just…I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” He rubbed at his eyes again, feeling completely exhausted. He was sure this was the most weak he’d felt in his life. Nothing more than a shell of a man sitting on the steps of a train station, having lost one of the most important things in his life because of his own idiocy. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t call you an idiot, though forcing your way onto a train certainly wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done.” 

Price was on his feet in a second, whipping around to face the taller man in all of his glory. His heart beat quicker in his chest and, for a startling second, he thought that this couldn’t be real. That he was hallucinating. “Nik,” he breathed his name carefully, like he was afraid if he spoke it too loud the other man would disappear. 

“I,” Nik took several slow steps closer to him, “hope I didn’t get off of the train just for you to tell me goodbye?”

“No,” Price shook his head, stepping closer to him just the same, “No, I don’t have any intentions of saying goodbye. Not again.” He reached up to tangle his hand in Nikolai’s hair, using his grip to tug the other man down to his height. “I have something to ask you.” 

Nik’s breath caught in his throat and Price could feel as his hands settled over his hips, squeezing just slightly. “Ask me, then.” 

“Leave with me? Come with me?” He tilted his forehead against Nikolai’s as he waited for a response. With such limited proximity between them, it was as though they were sharing their air, sharing breaths. A grin pulled at Nikolai’s lips and, this time, he gave only a simple response to the question.

“Yes.”

“This was long overdue I think.” Price gave a content sigh, letting a hand run through Nik’s hair carefully, undoing any tangles that he could as the other man placed kisses along his hip. He gasped a bit as he felt Nik’s fingers teasing around his hole, moments later and the man’s other hand lifted to wrap around his hard cock, giving several steady strokes of his hand along the heated skin. 

Nik chuckled against him as he moaned and gasped, wiggling a bit when one of his fingers slipped inside of him to tease with slow thrusts and curls. “What, have I not fucked you enough?” Nik teased him, punctuating his words with another slow thrust of his finger, pulling a shaky moan from Price once again.

“You know,” he gasped as Nik sped both of his hands up, fucking into him that much quicker and matching those thrusts with the hand on his cock. “God, you know that isn’t what I meant. Fuck, another, I can take another.” 

Nik understood immediately what he was asking for and was quick to slowly push another oil-slicked finger in beside his first, slowly working his fingers in and out and stretching him open under his touch. He pressed a careful kiss to Price’s thigh as the man gasped and moaned, calling his name in a high voice. He was practically torturing him with his fingers, expertly stretching him and teasing him at the same time. 

With every slow pump of his fingers inside of him, he made a point to just brush against his prostate, teasing him by never giving any true stimulation to the nerves. It made Price squirm in his grasp and soon enough he was gasping the word, “Tease!” at him. Nikolai only chuckled and nipped at the skin of Price’s hip, biting down just enough to pull a yelp from him before laving his tongue over the skin. 

“I think I have the right to tease,” Nik commented, licking and sucking marks down Price’s leg and over his inner thighs. Finally, he let his tongue begin tracing over Price’s hard cock. He started by licking a stripe over his balls before continuing the move of his tongue all the way up the length of his cock. He slid a third finger in beside his first two, quickening his fingers to tease alongside his exploring tongue. 

“This is,” Price’s hips bucked up into Nikolai’s mouth as the other wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, “fuck, Nik! Please, god, just keep doing that!” He tilted his head back, panting harshly as the other man’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. His hips continued to give little jumps into the warm sensation around his cock, but Nik didn’t seem to mind, sucking at him in time with his thrusts. “God, you’re so good at that,” Price whined.

Price tightened his hand in Nik’s hair, pulling a groan from the man around his cock and forcing his hips to jump up once again at the sensation. The move only made Nik give a short chuckle, and before Price could even think, the other man was pounding and twisting his fingers inside of him as he moaned with his mouth around his cock. It was overwhelming in the best way.

The heat in Price’s body seemed to only increase, arousal spilling down his spine to pool in his gut until he was an aching whining mess. Nik was working him closer and closer to his end with every moan and flick of his tongue. Then there were his fingers, still just teasing over his prostate in a too much and yet not enough move. Price had half a mind to reach down and hold Nik’s arm steady as he fucked himself on his fingers, but he knew that Nikolai wouldn’t allow the move. 

So, instead, he tugged at Nik’s hair again and bucked into his mouth, moaning several expletives around the near chant of Nik’s name. “Nik, Nik, fuck need, oh fuck! Nik please!” Nikolai’s free hand grasped at his thigh and gave a quick squeeze in response to his begging. Soon, that hand was helping him buck up, encouraging him to fuck his mouth as his fingers continued to stretch and tease him open. 

Price could hardly speak, only able to push out harsh gasps and high moans as he took what Nik gave him. It wasn’t long until his legs were shaking and his hips lost the rhythm they’d been keeping. He knew he was close, and he couldn’t help but tug at Nik’s hair again as he shook, trying to get the other man to move faster and help him find the release that he craved so much. Instead, what he received was Nik pulling his fingers out of him and pulling off of his cock with a quiet pop. 

“Nik,” Price tossed his head back against the pillows of the bed with a groan, the pleasure that had been building inside of him slowly ebbing away as he did, “God you’re so mean.”

Nik leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips in response, his own hard cock pressing up against Price’s ass as he did so. “Sorry, dusha moya.” He pressed another sweet kiss to his lips before rutting his cock against Price’s ass, pulling a slow moan from his lips. “But,” he traced kisses down Price’s neck, “When you cum, I want it to be on my cock. Yes?” 

Price could only moan at the words and nod his head rapidly, heat rushing through him at the thought. He was quick to wrap his arms around Nik’s neck and pull him back up to his lips for a desperate sloppy kiss. “Go on,” he muttered between kisses, “fuck me then.” 

Nik could only mutter out a desperate, “God yes,” against his lips before he was pulled back into a kiss. He wasted no time in guiding the tip of his cock between Price’s cheeks and pressing himself slowly against Price’s hole. At the first slip of his head inside of Price, they both broke apart to gasp.

Nik buried his face in Price’s neck, his breathing heavy as he slowly pushed into the man beneath him. Within several long moments, he’d managed to bury his cock fully inside of Price. The two men took several long moments to breathe, sharing the other’s space as they did. Nik pressed kisses along Price’s throat, tracing the line that he always took to explore down the other’s body. He waited patiently, waited for Price to be ready for him. 

“Please,” Price let his hands trace over Nik’s back, “come on, fuck me like I told you to.” That was all the permission that Nik needed. He pulled back, moving until there was only a bit of him still inside of Price. He sat like that for a long moment and Price nearly shook with anticipation before calling, “Come on- Fuck!”

Just like that, Nik slammed back inside of him, immediately setting a quick and harsh pace as he fucked into him. Price could only scramble for purchase, gripping and clawing at the skin of Nik’s back as the other man guided himself to hit expertly inside of him. Every thrust of his cock seemed to brush up against that spot inside of him and Price could have sworn that he was seeing stars. 

Nothing seemed to exist outside of the two men in that moment. It was just them and the steady rhythm that Nik set for them. Neither of them could stay quiet, moans and praises for the other dripping from their lips like the steady flow of a fountain. With every call of Nik’s name, Price received a desperate moan and a gasp of his name in return. It felt right for them, being pressed so close, enjoying the other's body and their skin and the calls of their name from the other’s lips. It was right where they belonged. 

“So good for me,” Nik muttered into Price’s ear, pressing kisses along his face as he did, “You feel so good, dusha moya, so good. So perfect. Just for me.” His hips sped up just a bit and, with the move, he began hitting Price’s prostate more directly, forcing a harsh gasp and moan from Price as pleasure began to rapidly build inside of him. 

“God, fuck, Nik! Keep, yes, yes, yes, keep going, keep going just like that!” Price pulled the man’s body against his harder, his head tossed back to give the other better access to his neck. “Just for you,” he managed to mutter between the haze in his mind and the building desire in him. It was getting harder to focus and he knew that with how close he’d been earlier, he likely wouldn’t last very much longer. “Just for you.” 

Nik groaned at his words and, before long, the two of them were able to do nothing more than moan, their noises mixing into the chorus of skin-slapping skin as their hips met with a bruising strength. As Price grew closer and closer to his end, he was only able to gasp and moan, tugging at Nik’s arms and his hips to try and communicate his needs. 

Though he couldn’t say anything, Nik seemed to understand his predicament and soon he was slamming his hips into him, increasing the intensity of their coupling and sending Price hurtling over the edge with only a few quick thrusts. Price could do nothing but cry out Nik’s name, his body shaking around the continuing force of pleasure as Nik continued to thrust inside of him, seeking his own finish. 

He found it moments later, with Price clenching down around him as he thrust inside of him. He came with a moan of Price’s name as his hips continued to shallowly fucking into the man beneath him, cum seeping out around his cock as he fucked it into the man. 

When he finally stopped, the two of them were left with a comfortable quiet. The only sounds in the room were of their heavy breathing, both of them trying to catch their breath as their bodies tingled with the remnants of their orgasm. Neither of them spoke for several long moments, they didn’t even try, they just let the moment settle and enjoyed the quiet peace that they afforded each other. 

It was Nik who broke the silence. He spoke between presses of his lips to Price’s skin, reverently tracing a path up to his lips. “I adore you,” he pressed a slow deep kiss against Price, their mouths immediately molding together in a way that spoke of the familiarity they shared with each other. “I love you.” 

Price didn’t have to hide his response now. Between slow kisses, he returned the words, “I love you.” And there could be no doubt that he did. 

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Randomly popped into my head, a short story/one-shot… reminds me of Gaz or just Reader. Fuck I love bbg Gaz, I love all of them, and I’m just lovestruck… this song is it-

a/n: I had to rewrite this FOUR fuckin’ times because it would just RANDOMLY close! …the thought of seeing my pretty boy sad because I didn’t write it hurts more than my anger… FUCK

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It's his hair and his eyes today

That just simply take me away

And the feeling that I'm falling further in love

Makes me shiver but in a good way

You head towards Price’s office with a folder in your hands, skimming through the documents that were in it to make sure everything was in the correct order and information. You tilted your head up ever so slightly to make sure you weren’t going to walk into anyone till your eyes meet his.

He flashed you one of his sweet and pretty smile that makes your dull and dead heart, rejuvenate back to life, making it flutter every which way. You return a small smile back as you pass one another, your steps coming to a halt, turning your body slightly as your eyes watch his retreating form greet another soldier.

Your mouth slightly gape with an awestruck expression.

All the times I have sat and stared

As he thoughtfully thumbs through his hair

And he purses her lips, bats his eyes as he plays

With me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say

His brows furrowed in annoyance while he glared down at the screen, agitated that he couldn’t find what he was looking for as the briefing continues on, he sat beside you. You rested your elbow on the table while you placed your chin on your palm, your other hand held a pen as you take down notes and slightly draw.

Your eyes wandered towards the person sitting next to you, Gaz, your breath hitched as you look at him, trying to ignore the flurry storm inside your heart.

He leans back against his chair making it squeak, he combs his hand through his hair while a mixture of a groan and a sigh ruptures from his throat, before relaxing again to stare at his screen and pay attention to the brief.

Your eyes dart away from him as you use your hand that you leaned on as a cover to hide your blushing cheeks while your eyes looked down, avoiding anyone that would see the hearts in your eyes, that you were assure appeared.

'Cause I love him with all that I am

And my voice shakes along with my hands

'Cause she's all that I see and she's all that I need

Watching him from afar while he ran an errand for Price, you stay close to Soap and Ghost, hearing the scot complaining about the alcohol in the UK while Ghost humoured him from time to time but mainly remained quiet.

Your eyes glancing while you fade in and out of the conversation before you see a female soldier talking to him, a slight twinge of pain and jealousy rings through your heart - you returned to the conversation but this time you don’t look at his way as a thought reminds you of your place.

‘And I'm out of my league once again’

After a successful mission that had no casualties and a few minors cuts and bruises, you and Task Force 141 sat a local bar/pub.

Soap and you were the first ones to arrive as you both didn’t have that much work to be done, you both took a seat and wait for the others while chatting, soon enough after a couple of minutes Ghost had decided to join you two, the last two being Price and Gaz.

Gaz look towards the table as he calls and greets Soap and Ghost before calling out your name.

It's a master for melody when he calls out my name to me

As the world spins around him he laughs, rolls his eyes

And I feel like I'm falling but it's no surprise

In no time all of you were joking, retelling missions where some of you went solo or a duo, the reminiscing times that were life-threatening at the time but could laugh right in this moment, like when Gaz dangled from the rope while Nik had thought he lost Gaz in the chase, the table ruptured with laughter.

Gaz laughs along while nudging Soap’s arm while rolling his eyes at his best friend for telling his story, exaggerating some of the memory.

The echoes of his laughter rang through your ears, travelling through your system and melting your heart, another twinge of a warm, flurry feeling engulfs your heart as you stare at him, the world in slow motion.

'Cause I love him with all that I am

And my voice shakes along with my hands

Ghost nudges you in concern, seeing that you were silent, it breaks your daze and you look at Ghost with a reassuring smile before sipping your drink.

‘Cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea

But I'd rather be here than on land

Ghost stares at you, reading your expression if it was genuine before turning his attention back to the table,

Your gaze fall back onto Gaz, the warm feeling returning as you felt your cheeks flush - his laugh ringing in your ears.

Yes, he's all that I see and he's all that I need

And I'm out of my league once again

You smile gently as you take your glass into your hand while you watch him laugh along with Soap, the warmth and joy, engulfing you fully as you enjoy the moment.

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