#prompt 83

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #94

"Listen to me closely. I guarantee you will not survive if you don't."

#prompt 83 #writing prompt #dialogue prompt

[toxifoxx]

okay. henry breaking it off with william because they Just Cant Be Together Like This(bla bla bla 60's/70's homophobia) and he's a Good Christian Man. immediately going to marry a woman to make up for his 'sins'. william getting a wife because he sees henry doing it and feels like its something he has to do. dating around, escalating to sleeping around trying to fill the void, hoping someone will click but nobody makes him feel the way henry does at all. even clara, who came the closest out of anyone else, was still more out of obligation than true love cause of an accidental pregnancy. as much as william loves his kids - michael was a mistake and he really wasn't ready to have a kid yet, locking him to a path he wasn't sure he wanted to walk. he's a shitty parent because he was never actually prepared and at that point the diner is taking up a lot of his time so he just kinda escapes to the diner and buries himself in his work most of the time. once michael's siblings are born, he tends to give better treatment to them(better experience + he actually wanted them), even though he loves them all there is definitely favoritism and a hint of resentment. despite knowing that michael didnt do anything wrong. of course he feels a lot more justified in that resentment after evan(CC)'s death

#SINCE the accidental pregnancy in college storyline simply wouldn't work after i increased william's age #(michael would be wayyy too old by 83 - like in his 20's) #this is the adjustment that i have come up with #casually avoiding mentioning william was the one who got pregnant because i know the 'marriage to save face' trope barely makes sense in #this particular context But that is what happened and you will pretend it makes sense. Please #also yes henry is christian not mormon im not touching mormonism with a ten foot pole thank you #hey this is actually like. my first un-prompted lore post. yayyyy! written at 3am btw #toxi fnaf lore #toxi.txt

[fastfists]

wait. are you ticklish? Rouge @ Knuckles // @already-know-this-story

✧ PROMPTS FOR PLAYFUL AFFECTION | @already-know-this-story ✧

"N-No?"

Well, to be fair he wasn't sure if he was or not? Which wouldn't be too surprising — there wasn't a spot on him that had been injured in some way or shape. Though, it could make some sensitive too he supposed.

Even if he was reluctant to really find out whether he was ticklish or not — especially with the look painted on the bat's face. Oh, that spelt trouble in his opinion.

" — how 'bout we just leave t'at ah mystery?"

#IC {Knuckles} #wintershub #already-know-this-story #alreadyknowthisstory #alreadyknowthisstory | {Rouge} #ask #answered #PROMPTS FOR PLAYFUL AFFECTION Ask Meme #Debating if he is ticklish or not BUT that be fun to find out >83 #Hope you like Winter!

[siixkiing]

why do all these people feel that they know me? [[ from sonson to macaque because who better to start opening up to about her blossoming identity crisis lmfao ]]

☯ MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS ☯

"Strong family resemblance and striking similarities? I mean, your great-pappy has a reputation here...that is what happens when you're overly headstrong and pertinacious to the point of absurdity and don't backdown from any sort of challenge."

Though, he supposed it wasn't fair to the young simian for her to be compared to her grandfather like that. Of course they were strikingly similar in many ways. Sonson had many similarities to the Great Sage, including his stubbornness, playfulness, and many more traits that made it clear she was his granddaughter. Not to mention her appearance greatly resembled the king, enough so that anyone would mistake her for him at first glance. It was uncanny at times.

That said, there were also plenty of differences to be had between them as well — enough that the young girl was her own being. While, it was probably nice to hear she shared traits with her grandfather and could make her feel proud of that fact THAT didn't mean it couldn't also get tiresome or sting to hear too. Especially after so many countless times. Probably an annoyance too whenever the young simian got mistaken for him and attack by foes had a grudge against the old sage. It was probably aggravating to have your day interrupted by a case of mistaken identity.

A sigh passing through the shadow's lips in response. Expression changing from the jovial teasing one he had been wearing previously to a more serious one. Reaching out to place a claw against her shoulder. Meeting her gaze with his own.

"Listen Kiddo — "

" — it's never easy living in someone else's shadow, I should know that. Better than most would."

He was the Monkey King's after all. Sure, he was his own Celestial Monkey — the great Six-Eared Macaque BUT that seemed overshadowed by the one he had once dedicated his life to. His legend drowned out by that of his once closest and dearest friend. Only a passage in that whole tale and nothing more.

"It tough to make others see you for you and not someone else. Damn near impossible sometimes, but — "

" — if there is one positive thing that you share with him, it's that famous iron-will and stubbornness. Make them see you, not as the Granddaughter of Sun Wukong BUT as Sun Xiaomin. Forge your own path and your own destiny, don't let anyone decide that for you other than you."

Giving a reaffirming squeeze to her shoulder. Hoping in some small way that his little pep talk would be able to help. Even if he was very rusty at such things now.

#To Do Some Scheming | IC {Macaque} #ask #answered #rage-reloaded #ragereloaded #MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS Ask Meme #Macaque VC: Ugh; I am rusty at this >BI;;; #He is TRYING to help best he can but he's not use to giving pep talks or such XD #Probably later throws something at Wukong's head and just 'Oi!! Granddaughters sad and having a crisis; get your ass over here!!' XD #This was better in my head but brain peetered out towards the end =w=;;; #I hope you still like this Eli QwQ #I still had fun writing it <3333 #Look look look; they should bond a little 83

[umprompted]

#83

There’s plenty of reapers out there, but the type with the least amount are the harvest reapers; ever since the world shifted to the right, nobody really wanted to take on the challenge of becoming one.

#83 #original prompts #one sentence prompt #fantasy prompts

[asahicore]

promt 83 with jay along with a little....hehehehehehe yk what im sayin.....hehe (segsyyyy)

WHATT 😭

#there is no way an adult wrote this #also prompt 83 is already taken for hoon #answered #anon #im assuming youre the same anon who sent 3 asks after this so i'll just go ahead and delete them lol #esp bc two of them are for heeseung even though it explicitly says at the top of the post to NOT request for him...

[writing-prompts-musically]

Song Prompt #83

Bee Dance - Agnes Obel

Your settlement has been growing quieter and quieter. One morning you awake to find ruin: evidence that someone or something has come to see your people go back to where they came from.

#horror writing prompts #horror prompt #horror writing #writing ideas #writing inspiration #writing prompt #song prompt 83

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

hi! Do you take requests? If not it’s chill have a nice day and a cupcake :) 🧁

Hey, I do take request for fandom content only :) feel free to send them in the inbox or dm but be aware they’re gonna be really slow because I’m not at home this week! and yummmmm, thanks for the cupcake my dude 👍

#ty for the ask! #I did bring my tablet with me #but i will mostly spend my time in the car + got other outdoor activities to do #i’ll be at the hotel at night time #don’t think I have the energy to draw 83;; #edit: I finished all the request so you are more than welcome to send your prompt/suggestion/request #if I don’t get any request then ill just use my brain energy to find inspiration 💪 #ask #scrumpledup

[glitch-in-the-code]

Honestly my one complaint with the fnaf movie so far is that they made Abby the youngest sibling

#(in Mike’s little prompt for casting it made it seem like the bite of ‘83 did happen) #you can pry middle child elizabeth out of my dead cold hands

[starlightcleric]

83 for the spotify prompt?

As discussed with you, 83 was a bit difficult, so I bumped down to 84.

84. "Gaslighter" - The Chicks

Gaslighter, denier Doin' anything to get your ass farther Gaslighter, big timer Repeating all of the mistakes of your father

Credit to My Immortal, which I am parodying.

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Hi, my name is Layla Aldori and I have long, fiery red hair with natural golden highlights that reaches my mid-back and cutting golden eyes like a beast and a lot of people tell me I'm prettier than Calistria (AN: if you don't know who she is, get the hell out of here). I'm not related to Kassil Aldori but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a Lamashtu follower but I'm still pretty. I have pale white skin. I'm also a demon worshiper, but somehow I wound up in the Crusade where I'm the Knight-Commander. I'm a swordlord (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly red. For example, today I was wearing a red corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, fishnets, and red, six inch heels. I was wearing red lipstick, black eyeliner, and red eye shadow. I was walking around outside Drezen. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very miserable about. A lot of paladins stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

#thanks for the prompt! #wrath of the righteous #crusader layla #my immortal parody #I had an idea for a serious piece for this #that I may still write #but this popped into my head and I couldn't stop myself #83 is “Fire Marengo” which is a shanty about cotton screwing #which I have... no idea what to do with XD

[not-supernatural]

okay so. when i was reading the 2005 supernatural forums there was a bit of talk about phone numbers and voicemails that i didn't really pay attention to until this morning when i found something more

right after 'phantom traveler' ended, people started talking about dean's phone number that john gave in his voicemail

but i watched that moment and went, where are they getting this completely different number from? on bluray john gives the number as 785-555-0179

and then i see this

so at some point, the producers went back and overdubbed the number john gives with a different number, but the people who were watching it live heard 866-907-3235. and they called it. and this is the voicemail they got (youtube recording of it)

so, the first time dean's phone is given out on the show, the viewers are prompted to call it and get a voicemail. 11-2-83 is the night mary died.

the next time dean's phone is said on the show, in 'home', they're also prompted to call it.

and they find out that the voicemail changed

(i couldn't find a recording of this voicemail)

since dean gives out john's full email address in this voicemail, people start writing it too. and the day before 'asylum' airs, they get a reply

so now they have a day's head start on figuring out what this connects to. and this person gets it

dean does, in fact, get a similar message as them in 'asylum'

i don't know, seeing people this engaged with the show from the very beginning is just cool

before the season 2 premiere they got one more e-mail, this time jo's

if you wrote her, she would write back "Do I know you? Aren't you a friend of Ash?"

according to the spn wiki, this message was automated up until s05e10 'abandon all hope', after which the e-mail no longer responded. :(

#spn

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #83

"Remember when we were actually nice to one another?"

#prompt 83 #writing prompt #dialogue prompt

[fastfists]

Finale - ultimatelife 2 knux (:

✧  gentleness action prompts | @ultimatelife  ✧ 

✧ finale - muse a wraps themselves around muse b to keep them from harm ✧

How? How had they ended up in this situation? It was all one big blurr in the moment, everything had happened so fast  — too fast. Far too fast for his liking in fact. Odd considering the company in the moment.

Fighting wasn’t anything new to him — being a guardian, a protector, a warrior. Some might even say a hero, though he never really saw himself in that light. There were others who more or less fit that bill better than himself. Least in his own opinion. He fought to protect those who couldn’t. He fought to make sure justice was served to those who dared harm others. He fought to defend those he loved. 

Pushing, always pushing. Harder and harder. Nothing would stop him from fighting and protecting those he cared for or the planet they called home. Even at the risk of his own well-being, his own life. The echidna was not one to back down or out.

How — ?

It was unexpected, finding the transgenic hedgehog wrapped around him in the moment — protectively pulling him close in the moment. Using his entire body to shield him. Everything around them both seemed to slow down. Time almost seeming to stop in that moment. Knuckles unsure what to think of the turn of events that was happening.

Shadow — the Ultimate Lifeform. Was protecting him right now.

He knew the other was tough — he wasn’t called the Ultimate Lifeform for nothing after all. He could take a lot of abuse. Nothing could ever keep him down for long. It was...impressive at times what the other could survive.

“I-Idiot — !!”

“ — what t’hell were you thinkin’?!”

That didn’t mean he couldn’t be absolutely livid about the other putting himself in harm’s way. Especially for him. It wasn’t like Knuckles hadn’t taken worse hits before — his own body littered in plenty of scars that showed just that. Ultimate Lifeform or not. No way was he letting the red and black hedgehog put himself on the line like that.

The idea of Shadow hurt didn’t sit well with him at all. No matter how tough the other was.

Pulling just enough away from the other, hands reaching to cup either side of his face in the moment. Glaring at him in angry concern painted across his features. How many damn times did he have to tell him NOT to do that? Ugh, this guy sometimes.

“You ‘r such a dumbass sometimes, I swear — !!”

Scolding the hedgehog now, anger and concern clear from the echidna. He knew it would take more than that to harm or kill the other, he was no fool in that regard — that didn’t mean he could chastise Shadow for being dumb and self-sacrificing in the moment. 

A long huff of annoyance. Forehead pressing against the other’s now in the moment.

“ — what am I goin’ t’do wit’ you?”

“...thanks. You really didn’t ‘ave t’do t’at though, you know.”

#IC {Knuckles} #ask #answered #anon #anonymous #ultimatelife #Gentleness Action Prompts Ask Meme #I AM NOT SORRY ABOUT GOING APESHIT HERE 8D #THIS WAS TOO MUCH FUN TO WRITE; I WENT A LITTLE HARD FOR THEM OK?? #CAUSE I LOVE THESE TWO #Hope ya like 83 #Not sure what scenario would prompt this BUT here ya go #Have a concerned Knuckles over Shadow; cause I love that #Ultimate Lifeform or not; he is concerned and worried about him and his safety #Can read this as platonic or romantic; either way CB

[siixkiing]

[Muse: Sun wukong] [To macaque] "you actually came back for me..." If he was being honest with himself the great sage didn't think that Macaque would come back for him. He wouldn't have blamed him if he had not.

☯ “YOU CAME BACK FOR ME!” PROMPTS ☯

"Don't get the wrong idea, things between us are still not resolved — "

There was many things that they needed to work on to bridge that once close bond they shared. None of which would be that easy or simple — not by a long shot. However, that didn't mean the shadowy monkey didn't still care to a certain degree about the king. Even if he wouldn't admit it at the moment.

After all, they had been close to one another — he was a dear friend and perhaps even more at one point. Even now and after everything, deep down he still cared for him. Plus, even if Wukong was a powerhouse and one of the strongest beings to exist, that didn't stop his old protective instinct from rearing. Seems there were times where even he couldn't ignore them even if he wanted to.

His gaze turning to the golden simian as he sighed with some annoyance at his own actions. Stop looking at him like that — it makes it harder to stay mad than.

" — doesn't mean I'm going to leave you to deal with something on your own when you need help."

#To Do Some Scheming | IC {Macaque} #cosmicxblossoms #cosmicxblossoms | {Sun Wukong} #ask #answered #“YOU CAME BACK FOR ME!” PROMPTS Ask Meme #HOPE YOU ENJOY~ #AND SORRY FOR THIS TAKING SO LONG QwQ #Have some more fun silly drama and tension between Wukong and Macaque >83 #No; he totally doesn't care about the other...noooooo...>w>

[zoeysalisu]

{ Tag Drop }

#{ quotes } whoever said orange is the new pink was seriously disturbed. #{ musings } I like your outfit too! except when I dress up as a frigid bitch; I try not to look so constipated #{ visage } when used appropriately; it has an 83 percent rate of return on a dinner invitation. It's called the bend and snap. #{ headcanons ) you must always have faith in people. and most importantly you must always have faith in yourself. #{ prompts } the rules of hair care are simple and finite. any Cosmo girl would have known. #{ answers } you have all the equipment. you just need to read the manual.

[lovifie]

No One Needs to Know... Right?

This is my humble little addition to @glitterypirateduck O, Captain! Challenge ❤️

Prompt 17, 69 and 83

Warning: alcohol intake, smut, a bit rough Price, oral sex, dacryphilia if you squint (like, just a line) and I love to make him desperate for pussy. Enjoy ❤️

“I have told you once, and I'll tell you twice, Kate.” Price says, pinching his nose bridge as exasperation fills him. “I am not, working with Adamson.”

“And I have already told you twice, John.” Laswell answered, just as annoyed. “That there is no other choice, this is coming from upstairs and there is no room for negotiation. I'm sorry”.

It wasn't the first time that Price had needed to work along with another unit, but Colonel Adamson was surely the worst.

The old man constantly had his head inside his own ass, too busy complimenting himself to care about the success of the mission or about everyone getting back home safely. 

He was not a man you would like to have to trust your life on and know John didn't have another option. So all be could do, was get mentally prepared for what was to come. 

And to do so, he relied on his old run-down trusty pub just out of base. He sat down on the stool he always did, ordered his scotch on the rocks as always and remained silent, letting the voices in his head quiet down.

Just silence.

Alone.

Like always.

“I'll have the same he's having” A female voice next to him brought him back.

He looks to his side, staring at the woman sitting down next to him. The pub is not necessarily fancy, but still, the jeans, t-shirt and sweatshirt you are wearing give it away you got here soon after work and not necessarily for pleasure. 

“It's this seat taken?” You ask the man, worried now that he won't stop staring at you. 

“No, no, please sit down.” He answers quickly, the smile on his face contagious. “Hard day at work?”

“What gave it away?” You ask puffing a laugh, you look down at his glass. “Yours wasn't that great either or that the celebration?”

He chuckles, wide shoulder shaking slightly as he does. “Definitely not celebration.” He raises the glass to his lips, your eyes following the glass and staring for maybe a second too long on his lips. 

It is easy to fall into a comfortable conversation with the man, a mix of dad jokes and a level of understanding that someone with the same job would have. Still, neither of you talks about your jobs, both because it is the reason you are in a pub getting drunk and also because it is not an easy job to talk about.

You don't notice how close you have gotten to each other until you are resting your head on your hand with your elbow resting on the bar and you try to rest the other arm on the backrest of the stool only to find Price is already resting his in there. 

You look at his face as you lay your arm on top of his, looking for any sign of discomfort, only to find that easy smile on his face again. You open your palm, letting it rest over his massive biceps; the wild thought of it around your neck as he fucks you from behind running through your mind for a second.

“I think I have drunk too much.” You admit chuckling, rubbing your face with your other hand. 

Now, Price is not a stupid man; and the way you bit your lip unconsciously when you touched him, your eyes getting darker just for a second let him know perfectly fine what your feelings were.

“Want me to walk you home, sweetheart?” He asks, looking at your face to see your reaction; and when he sees you look at his eyes only to drop your eyes to his lips he smiles widely. 

“Well, aren't you a gentleman…” You mumble standing up, taking your card out of your pocket to pay. 

“Please, my treat.” He says, taking his out as well. 

You quickly shake your head. “Nope, I'm paying tonight, sir. You can pay next time, how about that?” You ask, winking at him as you do. 

He chuckles, putting his card away amused with your antics and waiting for the bartender to charge you. Once done, he walks next to you, his hand on the small of your back. “How far away is your house?”

“My Airbnb actually, just down the road.” You answer, pointing with your finger where it is. 

Sadly, it doesn't take long to reach it, and even though you opened the door the two of you linger in the doorway. 

“You know… the weather broadcast said that it was going to rain tonight…” You say, knowing damn well the British man couldn't care less about the rain. 

“Oh no… I guess I better get inside, right?” He smiles, taking a step forward towards you. 

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah, we don't want you getting wet.” You pull his shirt, making him lean down and crush your lips with his. 

His arms find their way around your waist, hugging you close and pulling you up the floor. You barely manage to close the door once the two of you enter the flat; a mess of tongue, spit and drunk words spilling out of your mouths. 

Your legs find their way around his waist, him holding you up gentleman-like with both hands on your ass. He pulls you closer, letting you feel his growing erection against your clothed cunt; earning himself a moan falling for your lips. “Fuck…”

“John, sweet girl. That's my name, moan it loud so I know how good I'm making you feel, alright?” He asks, groaning when you grind yourself against him. 

“John…” You moan softly, pulling your head back and that's all he needs to attack your neck. Pulling his tongue flat against your collarbone and up to your ear like a desperate dog. 

He sits you on top of the sofa backrest, moving his hands to pull your sweatshirt and t-shirt off. Groaning when he sees the sports bra, almost offended that there is another layer to peel.

You chuckle at his desperation, only for him to suddenly move his hips forward against your cunt making you moan. “That's better.” He murmurs against your mouth once he manages to take off your bra. 

He leans down, catching your nipple with his teeth before sucking it inside his mouth, groaning as he does. His arms circle your middle, pulling you tightly as he keeps grinding your core; too desperate to remain immobile. 

He moves lower, his tongue running from the middle of your chest down your boob up to your side, bitting down over your ribs making your moan mix with a hiss. 

Your hands find his hair at the back of his head, pulling hard enough to force him to peel his face back. Looking back at you, eyes dark with desire, lips red, swollen and wet for the kiss and licking at you and stupidly smug smile on his face. Makes you want to wipe it from his face.

“Up, to the bedroom, now.” You order, pulling him closer with your legs around his hips.

“Yes, ma’am” He chuckles, picking you up again; groaning when you lower your face to attack his neck. Licking up his neck, feeling his heartbeat under his skin just as fast as yours. 

He enters the doorway to your room, hitting your knee against it as he does making you curse. “Fuck, John. That's how your aim is going to be tonight?” You ask teasingly, your knee hurting just enough to complain.

“Oh, shut up. My aim is impeccable, sweetheart” He answers scoffing, as he sits on the bed with you on his lap. 

“Aw, did I hit a weak spot?” You ask, cocking your head with a fake pout in your mouth.

“Darling, I don't have weak spo-” He cuts himself up with a struggling moan when you lower your hand to grab his erection through the clothes.

You chuckle against his mouth, kissing his half-open mouth. “I want to taste you, John” You whisper keeping your eyes focused on his expression. 

He smiles, happy with your urge to satisfy him, and kisses you back. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your throat, sweet girl? Why don't you do it with your pretty pussy resting on my face, hm?”

You whine back, brain slowly turning to mush; barely managing to stop kissing him for long enough to stand up and take off the rest of your clothes. He does the same, lying down using your pillow to prop his head up and staying with an arm extended inviting you in. And fuck if the sight is nothing but inviting, you knew his dick was big just from sitting on top but you were not ready to see the big, uncut, thick piece of meat sitting between his legs; too heavy to stand up on his own and instead slowly dripping precum onto his thick thigh. Watering your mouth at the thought of how his happy trail will rub against your clit later on the night. 

You crawl back onto the bed, completely forgetting about the sitting on his face part and focusing on getting him into your mouth. Until a hard slap lands on your ass making you cry and turn your head to look at him offended. 

“That's not where your pussy is supposed to be at, innit?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. And when you take too long to move for his liking, he takes matters into his own hands grabbing your hips to hoist you on top of him with ease which only adds to your current horniness.

“Ffffuck, that's a sight I would fucking kill to wake up to every day” He groans behind you, deep voice making you clench with desperation which makes him chuckle. “Hmm, she likes it when I talk about her.”

And it feels like you are intruding on whatever is going on between him and your pussy with the way he is talking about it like it is her whole person. So not wanting to interrupt, you bend down fisting his dick in your hand as you wet kiss his tip. 

“Aww, did you get jealous that I was giving her some attention, darling?” He says, apparently completely unaffected by your attention to his cock which only makes you crankier.

You get his tip on your mouth, completely ignoring him when suddenly he moves his hand down to the back of your head grabbing your hair in a fist and keeping your head in place only for him to begin to thrust his cock into your mouth and down your throat. 

You automatically start choking on it, gagging and wet sounds filling the rooms. You manage to relax just throat just a bit, which he takes as an invitation to shove his cock inside until your nose is plush against his balls. 

Tears prick your eyes at the abuse of your throat and the lack of air, hearing him groan at every convulsion of your throat around him and he only pulls back when you dig your fingernails on his thighs. 

The hand on your head pulls your head back making you arch your back as you gasp for air, thick threats of saliva still connecting your lips with his glistening dick as you cough.

“I asked you a question, I don't like it when I get ignored, love. Alright?” He asks a certain gentle tone to his voice that totally throws you out of place. You nod quickly, a croaky “yes” the only thing you are able to answer.

“Good girl.” He says, letting go of your hair to pet your head slightly pushing it to rest on his hip close to the pool of spit at the base of his cock. “Just lay there, darling. Let me enjoy my treat.” 

You have barely managed to get your breath back when he takes it away again by running his tongue from your clit all the way up to your ass, groaning as he does so. 

“So fucking delicious, so fucking good.” He groans, moving his arms under your tights to pull you impossibly closer to his mouth, making you moan loudly when he sucks your clit inside his mouth rubbing his tongue against it. 

He looks pussy drunk already, a chaos to the way he is eating you up; going up and down, side to side, fucking your holes with his tongue, grabbing your ass with his massive hands pulling them apart to get the whole view, eating you out like a starved man. 

It's hard to get air into your lungs with the way you are moaning again and again, grabbing onto his hips to ground you feeling him pull you again and again against his face; it should be you fucking his face instead it feels the complete opposite. 

“Fuck, John, I'm gonna…” You moan, toes curling as you feel your orgasm approach. “I'm gonna come, John. Don't stop, please, don't stop.”

He chuckles, delighted with your begging before shoving two of his thick fingers inside your cunt making you hiss at the sudden stretch and throwing you off, orgasm getting further away and making you whine pathetically at its loss. 

“Quiet down, I'm getting you there but I need your tight little pussy nicely wet and stretched before I get my cock in you.” He groans after spanking you again before he starts to move his finger in and out, adding a third one not too much later making you cry in pleasure. “You can take another one, right, love? You won't get my cock if you don't.”

“I can!” You moan embarrassedly fast. “I can, please, put it in, please.” You move your hips back against his hand, moaning loudly when he gets the last finger inside only keeping his thumb out to rub your clit making you moan loudly against the skin of his lower stomach 

“Attagirl, c’mon, sweet girl. Come around my fingers so I can fuck your pretty pussy all nice and sweet.” He cheers you on, moving his hand faster. You bite down on his abs, the layer of fat that covers them catching between your lips making him hiss as you come, clutching down so hard his fingers get spitted out of your cunt. 

He groans, licking your juices again making you jolt at the feeling, shoving his whole face against your cunt getting drenched in your juices. Only pulling back when he runs out of breath, letting you fall down on his side, your leg still resting on top of his chest.

“Pretty thing winking at me and everything.” He coos, running his thumb along your hole making you shiver and slightly slapping his leg. 

“Let me breathe, for fuck sake.” You barely managed to say, still struggling to breathe. He chuckles, moving your leg off his chest and grabbing you by your waist to sit you on top of his abdomen not caring about getting his torso wet. 

He rests his hands on your hips, with you resting yours on his chest and he looks at you with a smile on his face but still trying to catch your gaze. “You alright, darling?” He asks, his thumb rubbing circles on your hips.

“Yeah.” You answer nodding, noticing a certain tense feeling leaving his body. “I just need a second, that was… that was something.”

He laughs, his eyes disappearing into thin lines as he does. “I hope something good… do you wanna stay on top? Set the pace?” 

You nod quickly, agreeing it is possible the best for the both of you and you look behind you. “We can wait, love. We have no rush- ah, fuck.” He groans when his tip catches onto your entrance, making the both of you moan as you slowly sink deeper. The stretch of his cock inside of you leaves you with shaky legs as you dig your fingernails on his chest. You bend down, resting your head on his shoulder needing a moment to adjust. He doesn't say anything, kissing your temple softly and rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You grind your hips against his, moving slowly, his dick barely moving but still enough to make the both of you softly moan. You sit back up, resting your hands on his chest as you start to slowly move up and down, his tips deliciously grazing your cervix kissing it with each thrust, so deep you almost feel it on your stomach. 

You move slowly, choosing depth over speed; his hands on your waist helping you up and down as his eyes travel down your body to where you are connected to him.

“That's it, darling. Take what you need.” Price says between moans, not moving his hips. And if he hasn't fucked you stupid already, you would. You would turn the man into a puddle, make a mess out of him, have him babbling nonsense, too pussy drunk to even remember his name. But instead, it is you the one who can barely stand straight, whining about the tiredness of your legs aching for a break and you bend forward resting your hands on the headboard of the bed, wanting to cry.

“I can't… please, move. I can't, please, John, please.” You cry, legs shaking too exhausted to keep moving.

“Shh, sweet girl, don't cry.” He says, propping himself on his elbows to lick at your cheek where a tear spills. “It only turns me on more, love.”

He lays back down, chuckling when you whine again and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close, setting his feet on the mattress just to start thrusting up into your core hard and fast.

You cry in pleasure at the sudden change in rhythm, arching your back and making it easier for him to get your nipple in his mouth, moaning and biting around it. 

“Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a fucking champ.” He moans, forehead pressed against your chest. “Cum around my cock, darling. I want to feel you choke my dick like you did with my fingers, c’mon, pretty girl, come for me.”

And it is like he has godly powers over you because with the way he keeps thrusting up and at the same time as he talks to you has you coming embarrassing fast. Clutching his dick like a vice making him struggle to keep moving but without giving up, coming inside just after a couple more thrusts. 

You lay down on his chest, both of you breathing hard but without moving. He pets your hair, brushing it back behind your ear, running his finger through undoing some of the knots he finds. “You're alright, darling?”

“Greater than great, John.” You answer smiling, raising a bit to kiss him on the lips, slightly moving your hips making you both groan. “A shower?”

“A shower indeed.” He chuckles, kissing you deeply for what feels like a second before helping you stand up before standing up himself. 

It is a sweet innocent shower, soft kisses on your shoulder and sweet kisses on his shoulder blade; helping the other clean up like a couple who have known each other for years. 

Once outside, you lay on your bed naked looking at him as he dresses up. He bends down to give you one more kiss before muttering: “Never in my life have I hated my job as much as right now for making me leave you like this, and with the kind of job I have it says a lot, sweet girl.”

You chuckle shaking your head, softly slapping his cheek. “You are just being dramatic, John.”

He grumbles back, standing up and you walk after him to the door hiding behind it once he opens it. You peek your head outside, saying goodbye and once you think he is leaving he turns around. 

“You know… I'm gonna be quite busy this week, but next week, same day and time as today I'll probably drop by the bar again… in case we coincide again…” He says, indirectly asking you out making you chuckle at the fact he is shy to ask you out as if he didn't have you choking on his dick just an hour ago.

“I'm sure we will, John.” You say, making him smile fondly. He gives you one more kiss before he disappears down the street.

The next morning, Price is not so happy. He barely makes it into the brief room before the rest of the team walks in. But it's not his boys who make him mad, it's the colonel who walks after them, cane in hand. 

“Colonel Adamson” Prices greets him, greeting his teeth as he does.

“John.” The older man answers, a disgusting smile on his face as if he just told the best joke of his life. “So you are still alive… maybe you are not as bad as I thought.”

“I don't need to prove myself to you, and this is merely a business meeting.” He says, already done with him pointing to the empty chair before him. “Please, sit.”

“Actually, sorry to disappoint you, John. But I retired last year, I'm not the one working with you this time.” He says, walking closer to him, raising the cane to slap on the opposite hand. “It's my daughter, you see? And if I hear that anything happens to her under your watch, you better die on that mission, son. Or I'll take care of it. I don't want a scratch, bruise or tear on my girl's face, understood?”

“She'll be fine.” Price answers, not really threatened by the man, feeling that if his daughter is anything as repulsive and just plain horrible to deal with no one will even think about laying a finger on him. 

“There you are.” A voice draws his attention, a voice uncomfortably familiar. “I told you to wait for me, Dad.”

“Sorry, dear. Just wanted to greet my old friend before leaving you at it.” He says the first genuine smile John has ever seen on the man, and it is only because he is talking to you. 

His daughter.

Of the man that just threatened him about touching you.

Is okay, he just needs to play it cool and no one needs to no. 

Right?

“Oh. Hi, John.” You say enthusiastically. “Why didn't you say you were coming here too? You could have stayed the night.”

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