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koridoru · 7 months

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Can I request scenario? Plot is next: Muzan in love with his female S/O and at some point decides to confess to her that he is demon. But, instead of being shocked or scared, she is very happy about that, because she can share her food with him, and seeing his confused look, explain to him that she is cannibal.

(this is like the second cannibal ask I've gotten is op ok 😭)

(man i can see the dates on asks now and OOF this is from 2021 augh 😭)

You and Muzan were quite the couple, a power couple, should it be called.

You had been together for about eight months now, Muzan was considering tying the knot already.

But one thing stood in the way, he was a demon, you weren't.

God, he didn't want to even tell you, he couldn't imagine the look of betrayal on your face.

He was cruel and cold hearted, but for whatever reason, not with you.

It took a while, but he mustered up the courage to just tell you.

He opens the door to your room, where you sat on a coushin, brushing your hair.

You look back and smile at him.

"How are you doing, darling?"

Your voice is so sweet he can barely take it.

"My dear, I have to...talk to you about something. Something important."

The sincerity in his voice worries you.

You stand up, setting your comb down.

You walk over to him, taking his hands into yours.

"Is something wrong?"

"It..it should be nothing, dear. I don't want to trouble you."

He puts a finger under your chin, raising your head a bit to face him.

"Darling, I...well.."

You cock your head in confusion.

"Are you aware of...demons?"

Your eyes widen just a bit.

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Well..." He sighs.

"I suppose I should have told you sooner, but, I am one."

You look shocked, initially, but that soon fades.

You smile at him, which confuses him.

"Well, that explains a lot, especially since I've never seen you eat, or go out in the day."

"You're... you're not upset?"

You shake your head.

"Of course not, now I know I can share my meals with you."

His brows furrow, his blood almost runs cold when you say that, if it wasn't cold already.

"Share your meals? What do you mean?" His voice is laced with confusion.

"I eat people too, silly."

His eyes widen, he hesitate to speak.

"You what? I...are you a demon as well?"

"No, I'm a human who also eats humans." Your tone is oddly cheery and unbothered.

It takes a moment, but he realizes.

He sighs a bit, feeling like a fool.

"I understand. What a lucky man I am to have found a lover who understands me like you do, while also sharing a diet. Well, I don't see any reason to hide anything else from you, dear."

He smiles handsomely, you giggle and hug him close, excited about your future meals together.

"Hmm...what would you say is the tastiest part of a person?"

"Well, that's hard...I suppose the more meaty parts, the thighs, stomach, and sometimes the biceps if they are stronger."

You nod in agreement.

#i was listening to disney songs while writing this lmfao #you know what reminds me of cannibalism? DISNEY!#demon slayer #kny #asks #muzan #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #demon slayer x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #cannibal reader #reader insert #kny x reader

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rascal-xo · 1 year

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TF141 when they smoke weed with the reader for the first time >:)

i just love the idea of these big ass military guys acting like stupid fairies, munching on whatever they see and listening to some rock anthems ykyk. Even better if the reader smokes more than the other and has to show some of them how to use a bong or something 😭

If you see this and write it I will be your slave for the rest of your life🛐🛐🛐

No pressure YOU DONT HAVE TO WRITE THIS HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT MWAAAA

When They Smoke Weed For The First Time | 141 x Reader |

Summary: The 141 boys get well acquainted with some mary jane

Warnings: Drug use (Weed), Language, pure comedic chaos (mostly)

Tags: @glitteryeggalmondherring @fiveshelmet @madamemelancholysstuff @myguiltypleasures21 @pukbadger @boniscute

A/N: I had so much fun writing this!! ty for the request :)) All the gifs I used were from the gif maker app and did not have the OP listed for anyone wondering 😭

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You step into the base, sweat dripping down your forehead after an intense workout session. The familiar scent of camouflage and gunpowder fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of something else entirely.

As you make your way through the corridors, you notice Soap and Gaz gathered near the kitchen island. Curiosity wins, you approach cautiously, only to find Soap himself standing there, holding a small poorly decorated box with your name in big bold letters.

You almost laugh out loud seeing Johnny’s confused face.

You step closer, trying to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face. Soap's brows furrow as he examines the box in his hands, turning it this way and that, as if expecting some hidden treasure to appear.

Gaz looks up from his cup of coffee, his eyes widening as he spots you. "You smoke?!" he says, pointing at the box with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

You let out a chuckle, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Looks like you met Mary Jane." you say, feigning seriousness.

They both stare at you with eyebrows raised, not expecting you of all people to have a stash of weed on base. “Oh what the hell, wanna try?”

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🍃Soap 🍃

- Coughs uncontrollably after his first inhale, much to you and the rest of the teams amusement. You pass him a glass of water, trying to hide your laughter as he gulps it down, desperately trying to regain his composure.

- Soap's appetite goes into overdrive, and I mean like he raids the kitchen like a man possessed. He devours snacks with an intensity you all have only seen from him on the battlefield, munching on everything from chips to cookies, all while you all watch in both terror and amusement.

- In a surprising turn of events, Bro will become incredibly philosophical, sharing deep and profound insights about life, the universe, and what disney princess he thinks is Ghost’s favorite.

- Will try to steal Ghost’s balaclava and then proceed to get smacked down WWE style

🍃Gaz 🍃

- Don’t let him out of your sights or he will start to wonder around base high off his rocker.

- You definitely have to show him how to properly inhale or he’ll somehow end up getting himself hurt.

- His normally stoic demeanor slowly starts to slip away, and he becomes increasingly giggly and carefree.

- Will stare at his hands in disbelief of his own existence

- “Woah mate…” As he stares at a pile of sticks on the ground

- Gaz's giggles become contagious, and soon all of you are laughing along with him, finding yourselves caught up in his infectious joy. Even the most Ghost can't help but crack a smile at his antics under his mask.

- You bring up the suggestion of using a bong and he almost passed out. Like fully the color drains from this poor man’s face.

- Soaps high ass is 1st and only one lined up to hit a bong. He’s a munch and gaz makes fun of him for it 💀

🍃Price🍃

- Price is an avid smoker. There probably hasn’t been a time you’ve seen him off duty where he doesn’t have a Cigar hanging out of his mouth.

- In all honesty he probably isn’t all too affected by the weed. At most it’s a little buzz

- Might make himself seem like it’s his first time smoking pot but has definitely done it before with Laswell on the lowkey

- Soap and Gaz will look at him in shock as to how he’s handling the effects so well so he’ll promptly let out a forced cough to make them feel better about their struggles 💀

- Will attempt to disguise his high if he does begin to feel the blunt doing it’s job correctly.

- Bro has academic RIZZ and trust he will be telling you about the history of weed.

- If be decides to completely let loose this man is 100% singing every word to an 80’s rock song and is forcing you to do karaoke with him.

🍃Ghost🍃

- Is not affected by the weed at all. At least not visibly…

- On the inside tho? Bro’s emotional hard drive is going HAYWIRE

- If he trusts you enough he has his mask rolled up with a blunt in his hand.

- If it’s just the two of you he’ll begin talking about random things, just rambling on and on. But if he’s around everyone else he’ll just stare ahead and let the buzz stay contained inside

- Will stare down at the ground, digging his heels into the dirt under his boots with tears threatening his eyes.

- Even he’s shocked how his emotions have a mind of their own once he starts smoking weed.

- I imagine him to get a sad/somber type of high :( bbg has been through it 😭

A/N: AHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND TY FOR THE REQUEST!! 🩷🩷 My requests are still open btw :))

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty smut #task force 141 #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #fanfic #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #ghost x female reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #price x you #soap x you #gaz x you

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cookie-crumblr · 29 days

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 2~

Her Info: 🪓

Part 1

<<<Previous Part _ Next Part>>>

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, bdsm, collar use, petnames for reader(good boy, bad boy), pet play, bondage, non con(reader goes along with it but doesn’t actually consent), Lucy has SH scars/wounds, overstim, multiple orgasms scissors ✂️ masochist reader

Anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

Lucy passes you a folded pink piece of paper, her eyes locked onto the board as the professor is teaching.

You unfold it: ty <3

is all it says along with a ton of hearts doodled all over the stationary.

Your face feels hot. She sucked your dick and is now thanking you for it… What do you even think?

What are you supposed to think? or even feel?

You get up at the end of class to leave, but Lucy grabs the hem of your shirt. She looks zoned out, so you say, “Lucy?” to try and get her attention.

“Ope! sorry! um, C-can I c-come over, Y/N?”

You don’t see why not, you have nothing left to do today… “Sure!” you hate to fantasize already… But if she did that in public, imagine what she’ll do later.

The walk to your place is quick and easy, but Lucy stops you, her stomach growling loudly.

“You wanna get some food first? I don’t really have anything at home…” You tell her sheepishly.

She nods excitedly and grabs your hand. You don’t pull it away, and she tugs you along after her.

She’s grinning as she leads you, her hips swaying back and forth… You can’t help but stare just at her. Her skirt swishing over her—

Don’t keep staring at her ass.

DONT STARE AT HER ASS.

…

You’re staring at her ass.

You can’t help it, it’s mesmerizing. Her long orange hair is down right to her tailbone, adding to the allure. She has long white socks on that squish her thick thighs just below her skirt, the rims of the socks are frilly.

Lucy leads you to a cute tea cafe, the awning is pink and white, the inside is filled with regal looking chairs, the fancy ones with the carved wood along the backs. The upholstery is all pale pink velvet, and the tables instead of cloths have doilies and each table has a candle warmer for teapots.

She orders food from every section of the menu and you worry she’ll make you pay… Your heart pounds and you’re sweating bullets, there’s no way you can afford this much food! the worst part: the menu didn’t even have prices!

“I-um, I can pay, i-if that’s okay!” She looks away blushing. You remember that she’s a trust fund baby, and sigh in relief.

“Oh thank gods, Lucy, you just scared the shit outta me! hah!” You laugh.

“Really!?” Her eyes light up as if that’s a good thing, she looks excited.

All you can do is laugh a little.

When her food arrives all the platters take up the entire table and they have to bring a stand for the rest.

She eats really adorably, every bite she takes, she looks more and more excited, and each one is complemented by a cute “mm!” It’s infectious, and she shares her favorites, holding out her fork for you to take bites.

“Here! try this!” She holds her arm out to you, a powder sugar and fruit covered french toast bite. “And this one!” the food is still in your mouth when she hands you another bite of something, her eyes alight with joy, as you try to finish fast and accept the new bite.

She’s loving how obedient you’re being…

You have plenty of dishes to choose from, and she seems to hone in on the things you favor over the others, making sure you get the biggest portion of the things you like.

Once your both stuffed with possibly the best literal feast that you’ve had in months, she asks the waite staff for a bag to carry everything in. You never saw the receipt, and you’re happy not to.

“Do you normally do this kinda thing? with all the food?”

“Nope! hehe!” She giggles.

You fill your previously empty fridge with enough leftovers to eat for DAYS. and with real cafe food! not cheap ramen!! She made sure you’d be eating decently, rather than your typical cheap ramen.

“Hey Lu—” the second you turn away from the fridge she’s on you.

Lips crashing upon you, her body’s hot against yours. She’s grabbing at your hands and trying to pin them behind you. You aren’t fighting her. You feel her knee pressing against your bulge.

She bites your lip not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to send a pang of lovely pleasure through your bloodstream and into your growing member. You sigh into her mouth which she happily swallows up with a little moan.

She lets go of your hands but you keep them folded behind you, before you hear the sound of a jingling metal buckle.

She slips something thick around your neck and with a *clink* She pulls away, holding a leash that’s attached to your neck.

“Lu-Lucy! What is this??” You lift up a heavy, and very old looking ornate iron lock that’s connected to your collar.

You go to the bathroom and she follows you like an owner walking their dog. In the mirror you see that it’s a thick black leather, with a shiny rose gold buckle. “Lucy! Do you have the key?? G-Give it to me!” Your voice cracks, you didn’t agree to this!

“No can do~ Now be a good boy and get on the bed.”

You gulp as your dick twitches at her words… “Wh-what!?”

“I said: on the bed. Now, Y/N.”

You don’t know why, but you obey her, sitting on the edge of your mattress nervously.

“Good boy~,” she smiles and pats your head.

“Lucy-”

“Puppies don’t talk.”

“Wha-! Lucy I’m not—!!”

She yanks the leash wrapping the leather around and around her hand, and drags you back off the bed. The back of your neck burns as she does.

“Bad Boy.”

You swallow painfully and rub at your neck.

“Are you ready to be a good boy again now?”

You nod.

Lucy ties your leash around the leg of your bed, where you are, it’s taught so your only option is to get back on the bed, or stay on the wood floor. She pulls out a large pair of scissors, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new clothes Y/N!” her voice is chipper and it makes you more nervous.

She starts cutting off your clothes slowly, you feel the cool metal occasionally grazing you, and it makes you shudder.

You aren’t sure anymore how you got to this point.

Soon you’re in nothing but your underwear and she makes you get back on the bed. She retrieves another leather strip from her bag and returns to you, using it to tie your wrists together above your head.

“Such a good boy! I’m so proud of you!! And good boys get rewarded!” giddily she climbs over you on the bed, scissors back in hand.

*sniiiiiip*

Slowly, the last article of clothing is removed from you, and you’re left completely bare to her. It’s a little bit humiliating like this.

Her eyes are dark, not at all what you’re used to, yeah you’ve seen it before, but you never thought she’d be like this secretly!? But… Are you into it? Your dick is certainly saying you are. Wait… Didn’t you just read or watch something just like this?

Now that your cock is freed and cold, she gets over you and puts her hot, clothed pussy just against your head, you groan from the sudden shift in temperature, oh my gods, your dick wants to get inside and warm up so badly. It twitches under her. You’re eyes had closed and without you paying attention you hear the shears open again…

There’s no clothes left to cut—

“L-Lucy!?” The twin blades sit at the base of your cock, the metal presses up against your underside. “Lucy, please—”

“Be a good boy, and you won’t get hurt.”

“Lucy this isn’t funny!”

She presses the metal harder against you, indenting your sensitive skin. You struggle against the binds, but she tied them really tight!

“I’ll give you your reward still for being such a good boy today, and prove to you that you enjoy this.”

“Wha-” You start as she slips her panties out of the way and lowers herself, just your cock head entering her and that’s it. She holds herself there and struggles to breathe for a second, before shuddering over you.

You feel her pussy contracting trying to milk something that’s not even fully inside her yet. The scissors are still at your base otherwise you might’ve bucked up into her, but you remain laying still. She starts rotating her hips, teasing just your head longer. You whine and try to pull your wrists free, but they burn against the tightly wrapped leather.

She shimmies down a little at a time, gasping as she does, and once your fully inside her, she lifts her skirt for you to see her puffy blushing lips spread, and flat against your body. Your cock is swallowed up inside of her, it’s enough to— Wait, Her thighs, they’re covered in raised scars and pink bandages…

“Lucy…” You want to ask, or hug her… Or something. She reaches behind her and squeezes the scissors slightly pinching your cock’s skin, “Lucy!!” You gasp and this time, harshly buck up into her, knocking her around and she lets the scissors fall to the floor.

“Ahh!!” Her voice is strained, and your dick throbs inside her.

You take a breath, all the relief that instantly floods your body is so dizzying.

Her insides pulse around you, you know she’s cumming again, and you can’t take the sensation and cum yourself, thrusting your hips up as high as you can, “Ahhhhh!!!” She yells out as your load shoots deep inside of her.

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!! thankyouthankyouthankuouuuu!!!!” she moves her hips around as her insides keep milking you, driving you mad!

Your struggling against your bindings again whining and writhing as she continues to torture you. “Lucy!! Lucy!!” You beg but to her it sounds like a chant of praise.

She goes harder, lifting and dropping herself onto you. your body feels tired now. She leans back holding herself up with your legs and at this angle you can actually see the base of your somehow still hard cock stretching her open, she’s whimpering and you can feel that she’s about to come again.

The sweat slicked to your skin finally allows you to slip free from the strap around your wrist, your hands are burning and bruised, you sit up as far as the leash allows and grab onto her.

You push her down onto you and force yourself up as hard as you can. You cum together, and spend a while just catching your breath.

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sykosomatic · 6 months

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🤤🤤🤤Both the mikey and Hanni ones were delicious, my eyes came‼️‼️istg you always deliver. new request incoming: !!! T4T Will and reader bein absolutely adorable but horny husbands. tribbing/frotting against each other all day, bein all cozy and shit. one will read a book while the other will sit on their lap, grinding against them while attempting to read too. just sittin there in the cutest sweaters while they take turns eating each other outtttt. at the end of the day they drink some hot chocolate and snuggle up on the bed with their dogsss<333333 its so cute ofofmgmmgmgmgmg

DROOOLING!!!

-🚄

you got it! your requests never disappoint either! 🤤

again, sorry it took so long! and ty for being so patient and understanding, friend!

here we go!….

ftm!will graham x ftm!reader! <3

cw: vulgar language used — ‘pussy/cunt’, t-cock. cunnilingus (reader giving and receiving), vaginal fingering (reader giving and receiving). pre-op trans man breasts being fondled (reader giving).

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cold winter nights were always like this; half the time you were hanging off of each other, limbs lazily draped over each others bodies. you and will shared a cozy little collection of soft sweaters, and typically that’s all you’d wear. just an old, worn-out sweater; bottom halves naked and top halves binder-less. this made fondling each other so much easier. you’d lazily snake your hand up into his sweater while he read a book, teasing his nipples and massaging his little breasts. he’d moan softly, more of a satisfied sigh; nothing had to come from these advances, but when they did, they were usually also lazy and casual.

you and will liked to lay in bed or on the couch and read together while you snuggled. you’d straddle his leg, or he’d straddle yours, both engrossed in your books. the one straddling the other would sometimes rock his hips against his partner’s thigh, rubbing his pussy slowly against the warm bare flesh. when you did it, you would grind your hips down as you read, eventually dropping your book in favor of focusing more on the pleasure of your cunt. will would keep reading of course, a hand on your hip to stabilize you. sometimes you’d reach climax just from this but other times just the friction and closeness was enough.

other times the two of you would be cuddling and will would sit his book on the nightstand, bookmarking it neatly, quietly slipping down so that his mouth was level with your cunt. he’d look up at you, asking permission, before he dove in. will was excellent with his tongue, and you weren’t far behind. at least in your opinion; you were sure will would argue to your credit.

but how could you be half as good as him, with the way he worked his mouth? he’d slide his tongue deep into your cunt, working you open so he could slide a finger in; just one, just enough that it made you ache. his tongue would circle your t-cock like a shark its prey, softly attacking the most sensitive spots. he’d work along your slit, kissing the folds of your drooling pussy as he fingered you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

the two of you liked playing this mental game where you’d silently decide to swap places before climaxing, edging yourselves to extend the intense pleasure.

and when it was your time to eat his pussy, you did so with fervor. you were a messy eater; appreciating your meal like it was your last. and will would hold your hair, whimpering and screwing his eyes shut when it got to be too much. his weakness was getting his swollen t-cock sucked; the sensation was wholly overwhelming for him and you knew he loved being just barely overstimulated.

the two of you also loved tribbing; it was a nice way to get some energy out, burn off some steam. rubbing your warm wet cunts together was always a steamy affair; it made both of you pant and grunt desperately, gasping out when your t-cock brushed against the warm folds of your partner’s pussy. everything you did with will felt so good. the lazy sleepy winter sex was always so fulfilling and cozy.

and perhaps the best part? after the two of you caught your breath, will would guide you into the kitchen and you’d work together making some delicious hot chocolate, warming your hands on the mugs and climbing back into bed, your shared dogs climbing up with you and settling in for the night. neither of you slept better than after a nice cozy day of lovingly fucking each other.

#writing #slashers #asks #male reader #drabble #requests #slasher smut #ftm reader #will graham x male reader #will graham #will graham x ftm!reader #ftm!reader #ftm!will graham #t4t will graham #t4t reader #🚄 anon

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 month

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All Along the Watchtower (Chapter 18 - final chapter)

[Can also be read on AO3]

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 1.8 K

Warnings: Minors DNI - mentions of violence, swearing, morally gray war criminals with weird definitions of what 'acts of service' as a love language looks like

Summary: The final epilogue for the fic, tying off the loose ends.

December 6, 2017 14:11 - Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire, United Kingdom

Weeks had passed since she had come home to England once more. All physical traces of her bruises and wounds had faded away (the bi-weekly military mandated visit to her therapist allowing her to wade through what remained under the surface). Her head kept down and focused on her work, Rory was back to the safe confines of her desk, the protection of a computer chair and her monitor, as she went back to her duties: checking recon footage, tracking terrorist cell movements, listening in to chatter. Her phone and email went off with near constant notifications of new reports, new objectives, new threats, and then there was the back and forth with Laswell, keeping her up to date with the intel British armed services had collected long before it would ever be shared with American allies. Life was different at the SRR for her now, she wasn’t jealous or feeling defeated and left behind, she had a purpose. Her work was actually doing some good, she wasn’t merely placed there to keep her out of trouble – she was useful.

Moving throughout the halls, heading towards the facilities shared with the 22nd SAS, Rory weaved in and out of the procession of soldiers and other staff that operated within the building. The sound of footsteps and chattering voices carried around her, bouncing off the walls, her head focused on the quickest path to the training room to work off some of the stress perching on her shoulders on the bag with her headphones in to tune out the rest of the world.

“Sinclair!”

Price’s rumbling voice rose above the din, that hoarse bark of the Captain she knew all too well, intimately even. Freezing in place, she made a quick heel turn and faced him. Standing at attention, she gave him a formal salute, hiding any smile that wanted to form on her face, but that warm glow in her eyes was unmistakable.

“At ease, Sergeant.” He stared down at her, maintaining a reserved disposition. Aloof, distant. “Got a moment?”

They were nothing more than two soldiers who had worked an op together – or at least that was the facade they put up, putting on the airs of a superior officer and a subordinate having a simple discussion in the hall. No shifting eyes to provoke questioning, or other servicemen looking in their direction.

Rory relaxed and placed both hands behind her back, her neck gently craning as she maintained a neutral expression. “Yes. Is there something I can help you with, Captain?”

“Wanted to show you somethin’.” Rory’s brow lifted; her interest piqued. “Follow me.”

Traveling behind him, she did her best not to let her eyes wander down to those damn hips of his and the way they moved when he walked. Forcing them to stay firmly planted on the middle of his shoulders, which really didn’t do much to help, but it was better than nothing to keep her cheeks from flushing a rosy pink in a crowded hallway.

Opening the door to his office, he stood at the entrance by the door jamb and tilted his head towards the doorway, urging her to enter.

Stepping inside, her eyes scanned over the boring beige room. The desk was sturdy but had definitely been in here for far longer than Price was a Captain, handed down to him. His chair worn, the material on it puckering, the padding sinking inward. A chair set up in front, facing the window streaked with rain on the gloomy late autumn day. It was clean, sparse, and likely rarely used except for when he was barraged by paperwork and reports.

“Take a seat,” he directed, shutting the door behind them. His eyes roaming over her in a long, lingering gaze.

Sitting down, she watched as Price moved around to the other side of his desk, turning his chair. Lowering into it, the seat creaked with his weight as his broad shoulders settled against the backrest. His steely eyes traveled over the room and he cleared his throat, leaning back into the chair trying to appear relaxed, but he just seemed stiff. It was clear being in a room like this was not his natural habitat.

“Got word from Laswell. Apparently, there was a rash of gangland shootings in Russia this last week.”

“Really?” She asked with disbelief, not entirely convinced by the cover story he was trying to cook up.

Price hummed and bent to open one of the drawers of his desk. Reaching in, he tossed a file onto his desk, but didn't open it. “Made quite the stir.”

With a scoff, she moved to rest her elbow on the back of her seat. “I bet it did.”

His gaze locked onto hers, holding her captive in his stare. In the hidden depths of those cold eyes, she could see the danger that brewed below. Leaning forward, his arms folded on the desk on top of the file, his voice dropped to a low conspiratorial whisper. “Took care of a few problems for us though. Remember the man you kneecapped?”

She crossed her legs and sat forward, swallowing thickly. “The one you promised me we’d handle?”

“That’s the one.” A satisfied smirk pulled at the very corner of his mouth, barely noticeable, more closely resembling a flinch of the muscle. “Took a nasty shot to the head.”

Her brows rose with mild surprise and she couldn’t help but grin, the smug look on his face gave her every bit of evidence she needed to know that this tale of gang executions was clearly a cover. “What a shame. Must have been quite the shot though.”

“It was.” His brow lifted and he pushed the file towards her. Sitting back in his seat, he crossed his arms over his chest, puffed up with pride. Nothing more needed to be said. No more detail was required than that. He had been busy tying off loose ends since they had ended their mission, and he just confirmed it.

Flipping open the cover of the file, autopsy reports and crime scene photos confirmed his claims. Her eyes went wide at just how cleanly he had handled the whole issue, all evidence swept under the rug, nothing to trace it back to him whatsoever. “Fucking hell, you’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

A pregnant pause lodged between them, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, rather it was silent appreciation of one another, lost in reverie. Acknowledging the fact that neither was concerned with the loss of a life that had been entangled with something that had been a living nightmare of Rory’s for almost a year.

“He wasn’t the only one though,” he added, finally breaking the stillness.

“Oh?” She couldn’t wait to hear just how much chaos he had created in order to solve a problem, insisting on proving to her just what lengths he would go to for her.

“Apparently Zorokov pissed off some very dangerous people.” The smirk on his face became obvious, he wasn’t even bothering to hide the fact that he had gone out of his way to take care of the man who had hurt her. There was a flicker of that feral energy that resided under the surface in his stare, before it receded once more into the depths, pleased with itself and the way it had managed to protect her. “You ask me, the bullet was too quick a death for him, but it certainly takes care of a problem, eh?”

Christ , that feeling that stirred in her gut at that look in his eyes was a savage reflex. He was a trained killer, and with what he had just told her, he let her know just how easy it was for him to take care of a threat, comparatively as simple a task as tossing out the kitchen garbage in the bin. If she was anyone else, she likely would have run for the hills – this was a man capable of violence and with a conscience that had learned to accept it and carry on, doing whatever he thought was for the best, no matter the cost. Yet, in the grand scheme could she really say she was any better (when she had wanted the Bratva boss handled, she certainly hadn’t pictured a simple bullet to the head)? Rory had to concede to the fact that her and Price weren’t so different, and she truly did appreciate the gesture from him.

“Thank you, John.”

“No need to thank me, my girl.” He tipped his head at her, a quiet chuckle drifting from him as he shrugged his shoulders, acting as if what he had done was something anyone would do for their significant other. “Just thought you should know.”

She closed the cover of the file and slid it back towards him, sure that he would destroy these last shreds of what he had done now that his good work had been shared with her. “Well, all the same – I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” A small grin caused the crow’s feet around his eyes to crinkle, that dark, dangerous spark in his eyes becoming a gentle twinkle. “Now, go on. Can’t be hanging around me all day, darlin’. You’ll spoil our cover.”

“Yes, sir.” She gave him another of her playful salutes and pushed back her chair to stand.

“That’s a good girl.”

Shooting him a sideways glance, she caught his cheeky, confident grin before he slipped back into the mask of the hard, stoic Captain once more. Her brow cocked and a smirk pulled at her lips. “Really? Thought you’d just slip that one in, eh?”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, his lips barely parting into a smile. God, he’s good at that. Two sides to him like he was Jekyll and Hyde, able to maintain two very different personalities and not lose sight of them both. “Told ya, can’t help myself. ‘Specially ‘round you.”

A soft blush carried up her cheeks and her features softened for a moment as she looked at him. “We still on for next weekend?”

“So long as I’m not deployed anywhere. Yeah.”

“I’ll pack my overnight bag then. Been a while since my last time in Liverpool.”

“I’ll make sure to show you all the sights, my girl.” The purr in his voice already suggested exactly what his plans were for her visit, the only sights likely being the inside of his bedroom.

Giggling, she moved to his office door, placing her hand on the knob, looking back over her shoulder at him. “Thank you again, John. For looking after me.”

“Always,” he spoke with a furrowed brow and a quick shake of his head as if she was thanking him for something that she should have expected of him.

Giving the doorjamb a little pat with her hand, she opened the door and headed back out into the hall, back to pretending that things were purely innocent between her and the superior officer whose office she had just walked out of as though they barely knew each other at all, back to the second life she had chosen to live to keep up her secret with him.

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