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Here I Go Again — Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female!Reader (18+)

Description: No one had ever broken your heart like Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw did. Two years since your disastrous breakup, you find yourself in San Diego to celebrate the birthday of a friend. Coincidentally enough, Rooster finds himself at The Hard Deck on the same night, as he was just called back to Top Gun for a mission. Once you see him, your heart still aches like the day it did on the day he left. Are you able to resist him? (BASED ON MAMMA MIA BY ABBA!)

Warnings: Explicit language, briefly making out, semi-possessive Rooster, insane amount of tension, so much pining, bitter exes, slight angst, mentions of heartbreak, brief arguing, mention of sex, Hangman being Hangman.

Word Count: 4,845.

A/N: GOD, I LOVED THIS SO, SO MUCH. Something about writing Rooster as a bitter ex... please, can we just take a moment of silence.

Requests are still open!

A new birthday is oftentimes treated as a way to have a new beginning.

New habits are picked up, old ones are dropped; new clothes are bought, old ones are tossed. People tend to use the vice and virtue of turning one year older as an excuse to both improve and embarrass themselves. Such an action was absolutely no stranger to you.

After all, the fact that your friend was practically dragging you into The Hard Deck said it all. You had been spending the greater part of the day celebrating her birthday, which you traveled all the way to San Diego to do. She had just moved there only a month prior, and instead of her just going back home for her birthday, you and a few other friends decided to go to her.

It was her day. Why should she be the one having to deal with an obnoxious plane ride and the stress that comes with traveling?

“Just try not to get obscenely drunk. This is only the party before the party.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the birthday girl, who was already darting her eyes to the bar. Her hand was still loosely in yours as the other girls followed you inside, and you immediately began to look for someplace to sit.

Another lovely thing about that day was that you got landed with being designated driver. The Hard Deck was only supposed to be the place where everyone got a little tipsy, then you would all venture off to a nightclub. That wasn’t usually your scene, and in all honesty, you had a bit of a bad inkling about this bar, but you knew everything would be fine. You figured that you were probably just sour because the reviews for the bar that you saw when finding it stated that it was a frequent Navy hangout.

After two long years, your heart still dropped at the thought of your experience with the United States Navy. In all fairness, you didn’t know shit about it. You just knew that your ex-boyfriend was a navy man, and that was enough for you to swear the whole thing off.

Almost like clockwork, you began to take note of how many naval pilots were present that evening. You couldn’t fight the way your eyebrows were furrowing at the sight of how many people were not only there, but there in uniform. The number of khakis you saw would have usually made you want to throw up, but in this moment, it only further sparked your confusion. Was there some kind of holiday that you were unaware of? Do they just wear their uniforms all the time? Is this protocol, or is this a pickup strategy? Women do tend to love a man in uniform.

Your eyes traveled around the room in a way that a child looked at the night sky. Partly admiring the beauty of something far too distant to touch but close enough to see. Partly scared of the fact that something that once brought you comfort now feels so, so unfamiliar. So distant.

That was how your ex was. Close enough to see, too far to reach.

From the uniforms, to the piano, to the miscellaneous decorations scattered around, to the disturbing number of aviator sunglasses on so many people in there, it was like the place was made for him. So many of the voices almost matched the pitch of his to the point where you’d have to take a double glance, but to both your pleasure and your dismay, it wasn’t him. There was no sign of him, but he was everywhere.

The sound of the bell above the door rang for what felt like the millionth time since you stepped in with your friends, but something about this time was different. Something about this time made you turn your head, and for the love of everything holy, you wished you hadn’t. You repeatedly blinked at the sight before you, your heart running colder and sinking much faster than it ever had before.

A few heads turned when he walked in, but that was nothing new to Rooster. He had quite a few suspicions that he was an attractive man, but given the behavior of many people around him once he was in a setting like that, his suspicions were as good as confirmed. He took his aviators off as he stepped fully into the building, his eyes immediately finding his group of friends once he did so.

That isn’t him. No, no, that can’t be. That’s just someone who looks like him. Like— a lot fucking like him.

You could see him exchange a few words with what seemed to be quite a pretty female pilot, only making you want to slam your face into the table. As much as you wanted to listen in, you couldn’t. You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your heart pounding and the incessant beeping that played throughout your head as a result of all of your nerves. In what must have been an instant, the voice of a man cut you from your thoughts.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe!”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you practically slumped down in your seat, placing a hand over your face momentarily.

FUCK, that’s him. That’s definitely him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.

“What’s the matter?” One of your friends asked as she finally took a seat next to you, a drink in her hand as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You wanted to lie. You wanted to just say that you had a killer headache. You knew that there would be no use in doing so, though. The second you removed your hand and lifted your head once more, your eyes found the aviator before you could even help it.

Following your line of sight before you could even think of looking away, your friend was met with arguably the most significant ghost of your past. Her face dropped, but her heart didn’t. Oh, how you envied her.

“Is that Rooster?” She asked with what she tried to pass off as disdain but what you knew to be shock. Of course she was shocked. How couldn’t she be? One of her best friend’s most recent and certainly most significant ex was making an appearance at their other best friend’s miniature birthday celebration. For the past two years, she and your whole friend group had been trying to convince you that you needed to move on, that Rooster wasn’t shit, that he wasn’t worth the way you ached for him. Just when she thought you were making progress, there he was. Bradshaw, as she lived and breathed.

Your silence was telling. You didn’t need to nod, you didn’t need to answer her question. From the second she saw him, she knew. She only hoped that you were questioning it, and that she could just adamantly deny it for your sake. Much to her dismay, you didn’t.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom. I won’t be long, I promise.” You tried to tell her in a soft tone as you stood up from her seat, but she could hear the trembling in your voice. You weren’t going to cry, absolutely not. You were just incredibly overwhelmed, and you needed a second to catch your breath. The thought of you going alone, though, did not go over well with her.

“Do you want me to come with? They’re all still waiting for their drinks, I can wait for you in the corner. It’s not safe for you to go alone.” The woman told you in a matter-of-fact tone, her eyebrows raising. Certainly the mom friend of the group.

You couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape your lips as you shook your head, your small purse in your hand as you did so.

“I’ll be just fine. Only a minute, I promise.” You tried to soothe her worries, rolling your eyes playfully when you saw that it was to no avail. “You can time me.”

She flashed you a quick, playful little smile as she nodded her head, sitting back in her seat. She didn’t mutter another word as she lifted her wrist and tapped the tip of her index finger on her watch, her eyebrows raising in a way that showed she most certainly would be timing you.

You let out a small giggle once more as you shook your head at her response, only following up by turning and beginning to make your way to the restroom. A few steps in, you ever so slightly bumped into a tall man holding a few bottles of beer, thankfully not causing him to drop them. Both of you stumbled slightly before you gasped out, your hand instinctively gripping onto his arm for balance.

“I’m so sorry, I—” You immediately began to cover your own ass, silently wishing the ground would just swallow you whole.

“No worries, sweetheart.” The man responded with a low chuckle once he regained his balance, his head turning to look down at you. He was an insanely attractive man, you wouldn’t even begin to deny that. The kind, yet slightly arrogant grin on his face made you return a soft one, just before you stepped to the side to get around him.

“I’m Coyote.” He politely introduced himself to you, causing you to raise your eyebrows and look back up at him. He spoke again before you could even introduce yourself.

“Why don’t you come have a drink with us? You know, since you almost knocked me over like a bowling pin.”

You let out a small laugh at his joke, not even sure of what to say to him.

Seeing as he was one of the men in uniform, you were already a bit weary. Regardless of that, though, you came with your friends. You didn’t plan on leaving them.

“I was actually just going to the restroom.” You tried to let him down easily in the sweetest tone, but he didn’t seem to catch the hint. He only motioned over to his group with his head, the grin still on his face.

“We’ll be over there when you get out.” He promptly told you. By looking at him for a split second, it allowed you to catch the wink he shot your way, your eyebrows still raised. Curiously, your head turned to the side to see which group he was with. Unbeknownst to you at the time, that would be an unbelievable mistake. You felt the blood drain from your face as you not only became aware of which group he was with, but when your eyes met those of a certain man in that group.

With furrowed eyebrows and the most bewildered look in his green eyes, Rooster blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. The conversation around him was as good as over once his stare landed on what he believed to be you, only to find out that it was you. In a crowd of what felt and looked like a million people, his eyes would always find yours. His heart began to speed up in a way that it hadn’t done in two years; in a way that could be caused by no one but you. His brain might as well have short-circuited in that moment, his heart dropping the same way yours did once he stepped through his door. Just like your ghost came back to haunt you, so did his. He was looking right at it.

You were completely frozen. You wanted to turn and run, but you couldn’t. Your feet were essentially glued, stamped, nailed, and pounded to the ground as you parted your lips. You resembled a deer in headlights.

Just when you thought you couldn’t have more of a small heart attack, matters were made that much worse. He stood up from his hunched position, his back formerly against the wall. You could see his tall frame set his beer glass down without either of you breaking eye contact.

He was walking over.

Your heart crumbled to the ground like the destruction of a brick wall, yet it had never been more full. Most people would describe that feeling of being consumed by golden sunlight, but the gold you felt certainly did not descend from the sun.

The source of gold you felt was from his sandy blonde hair, from the mustache a younger version of yourself teased him for wanting to grow. It came from his sun-kissed skin, which was slightly glowing due to the light coat of sweat over it.

Even after every second that passed, even after reassuring yourself millions of times that you were completely over that asshole— you were consumed by him.

Once you saw his face, you knew it was completely over for you. Two years of suppression, of desperate attempts to move on, of sheer and complete heartache caused by the man making his way towards you, had just been merrily sent down the drain. One little moment under his gaze had sent your years of hard work right to hell.

You were fated to be consumed by him.

“Well, look who it is.” The words fell from his lips in a way that sounded as if he wasn’t surprised to see you, but you knew better. You knew that behind his relaxed posterior, he was just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. Thankfully, though, he was the one who broke the ice.

“Hi, Bradley.” You responded in a very soft tone as your lips curled into a grin, trying your hardest to hide your evident anxiety from him.

Both of you knew that even attempting to have your guards up around one another was completely pointless. There was a time when you and Rooster knew each other better than anyone else did. Even after how long it had been since your disastrous breakup, you could see right through him as if no time had passed at all. Immediately, fear began to boil in your stomach.

If you could see right through him, could he see right through you?

“How the hell have you been, hm?” He asked with a polite grin, one that made you want to both soar and shrink. While you knew it was a smile he would give just about anyone, it was still something. No matter how much your heart still ached for and because of him, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you hated him, you would never act like he wasn’t one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. In love and in hatred, he would always be the pinnacle of beauty in your eyes.

Before you could answer, a voice you didn’t quite recognize pierced into your conversation, acting as the knife that slashed the tension.

“You’re up, Rooster.” The voice met your ears in a way that both intrigued and concerned you, causing you to slightly turn your head. A few feet away, Hangman was standing with two pool cues in his hand, one for him and one for Rooster. The smirk on his face sent chills down your spine, and just from the way he was looking at Rooster, you knew he was trouble. Hot trouble, but trouble.

Noticing your gaze on him, the purpose of Hangman’s smirk visibly shifted. Rooster took the pool cue from the fellow aviators' hand as he firmly planted his own stare on the pool table, unsure of how he’d react to Hangman clearly checking you out.

“You’re not going to introduce us to your friend?” Hangman asked in a tone that came off as genuine concern but reeked of antagonism. You knew the group of pilots had been drinking before you even set foot in the bar, but something told you that this was just him.

Rooster looked over at you for what felt like less than a second, just before he shrugged his shoulders and leaned down ever so slightly. Taking his shot, he broke with ease, watching the balls scatter around the pool table.

“She’s an old friend.” He vaguely stated, readjusting his position to get a better angle for his next shot.

Your eyebrows raised at his excuse for an introduction. After all that you had been through, you were just an old friend? The aggravation at his words became evident in your face. The courage that came from mostly everyone around you came from liquor, but yours? No, no. Yours came from pure rage.

“I’m his ex-girlfriend.” You dully remarked, the stoic expression on your face passable to anyone except Rooster. Quite the look of surprise had overtaken most of the faces of friends in his group, which only further upset you. How could he never mention you? You had been annoying the shit out of your friends for two years with remarks, insults, cries, and praises about Bradley Bradshaw, and his friends didn’t even know you existed?

“That’s right.” Rooster lowly stated in a way that might as well have been a bucket of water in contrast to your fiery anger, his gaze not shifting upward from the pool table. “Only girl to ever break my heart.”

A few of his friends laughed, thankfully not finding the situation as awkwardly intense as you did. Normally, in such situations, you would find yourself miming the actions of a mime. You would remain completely and utterly silent, hoping and praying for the situation to end. In that moment, though, you did not. This man had haunted you for quite a few years. You would be damned if that situation passed like any other mundane, minuscule reunion between exes.

“That’s not how I remember it.” You let out a small laugh, your eyebrows raising. From his bent position, you could see Rooster’s eyes flicker up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite recognize, just before he struck one of the other balls.

“Well.” Hangman intervened with the same smirk as before, his eyes still firmly glued to you. “I’m Hangman.”

You politely smiled up at the undeniably beautiful pilot, his hand extending to match your manners. Once you took it, before you could shake it, his larger hand lifted yours and brought it to his lips, pressing them to your knuckles in a way he knew would linger on your skin.

You couldn’t fight the low giggle that slipped out of your lips at how ridiculous, yet how charming he was. The man in front of you represented all that Rooster was, and all that Rooster was against. You didn’t even need to know the details to know that this man was the absolute bane of Rooster’s existence. You and your broken heart appreciated him for that.

“For what it’s worth,” his words met your ears in a sultry way, knowing both you and Rooster could hear. “I wouldn’t forget to mention you.”

Before you could even appreciate the sentiment that served as both a comfort to you and a pain to Rooster, the sound of the cue ball loudly hitting another caused you to slightly jump. Both of you looked over to what was now the sight of the pool table. All of the striped balls were still present, but every solid ball took shelter in every pocket.

Much like the current situation at hand, Hangman didn’t even get to take his turn. He didn’t even get one shot at the ball. Rooster had already won.

Rooster didn’t say a single word as he dropped the pool cue onto the table and sauntered over to you, not even bothering to acknowledge Hangman.

“Can we talk for a second?” He asked you in a way that came off calmly, but deep down, you knew his tone cloaked his profound annoyance.

“I’m here with my friends.” You quietly told him as your eyes practically burned into his, watching the way his jaw ever so slightly clenched for a moment. He lifted his head and looked over to where he knew your friends were, sharply inhaling for a moment.

“I’ll buy all of you a round.” He tried his best to state it in a way that didn’t sound desperate, but it was to no avail. You let out a small giggle at his words and took a sharp breath of your own, not saying a word. You turned and made your way to your group, all of the girls diverting their attention to you as you did so.

“He wants to talk to me privately. He said he’d buy a round for us if I would.” You told the council, earning looks of confusion before all of them realized just what was going on. The shock on their faces was evident, and funnily enough, so was the distaste for Rooster. None of them really answered for a moment, but it was clear they were all curious.

“Beer, or our drink of choice?” One asked, earning a small giggle from you.

“Your drinks. He needs to pay somehow.” You retorted in a playful tone, earning giggles from the girls. “I’ll be quick. Don’t worry, he’s not taking me away from you guys.”

After you stepped away from your friends, you turned your head and nodded your head once towards Rooster, walking to the exit.

Before you knew it, you were standing outside on a windy San Diego evening, listening to the sound of the waves crashing just a bit ahead of the bar. The sun had almost fully set, leaving room for the moon to showcase its beauty in the night sky. You felt peace overcome you for a moment before your nerves were shot once more at the sound of footsteps approaching you.

For a moment, there weren’t any words exchanged. You felt the taller man’s presence beside you as you both gazed off into the ocean, the warmth radiating off of him slightly aiding how cold you began to feel from the wind. Just standing there, memories of moments like that began to flood back to you with the intensity of the ocean in front of you. You two had spent countless nights just sitting on many beaches in comfortable silence, usually followed by mindless babbling or wildly passionate sex. Even the thought of the latter caused you to clear your throat and shift your stance, which Rooster noticed.

“What brought you to San Diego?” Rooster finally broke the silence, still not tearing his gaze away from the ocean.

“A plane.” You remarked almost instinctively, your heart skipping a beat. Now was not the time.

Aiding your immediate regret, Rooster let out a low chuckle and shook his head at your remark, finally ripping his gaze away from the ocean to look down at you. You couldn’t fight the way your lips were curling into a grin at the sound of his chuckle, your head turning to look at him just as his did at you. Once you two made eye contact for a split second, you immediately looked away, but his gaze lingered.

“It’s my friend’s birthday. She just moved here a month ago. We figured we’d come to her instead of making her come to us.” You told him in a soft tone, before your eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

“They called me back to Top Gun. Something about a mission, I don’t know.” He muttered quietly, shrugging his shoulders.

“Leave any girls behind?” You asked in the same manner that you did when you joked with him just moments before, but this time, your joke wasn’t followed by his laugh. Instead, he kept his gaze firmly on you and shook his head.

“I didn’t leave you behind.” He almost instantly said to you. You couldn’t help but scoff and furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head at how ridiculous he sounded.

“Well, that’s definitely how it felt, Bradley.” You couldn’t help but snap. Your tone only scratched the surface of all of the pent-up rage you felt towards him. Your head was now turned and you were glaring up at him, the intensity of your glare contrasting with the softness of his gaze.

“I got deployed. I had to leave for a year. You were in school. Don’t act like I walked away with a smile on my face.” He finally snapped back at you, his tone now matching yours. His tone wasn’t full of anger like yours was, though. It was full of frustration. Of regret. “I did what fucking needed to be done. If I hadn’t ended things then, things would have gotten a lot worse.”

“Oh, thank you!” You let out an exasperated laugh, raising your eyebrows as you turned to fully face him. “No, Bradley, thank you so much. You’re absolutely right. Leaving me was just the absolute best thing for our relationship. No, really. I can’t tell you how saved and taken care of I felt when I got up one morning, went to fucking college, and came home to your shit missing. Really, that was just so perfect.”

“Sure, do that. Only think of how that situation affected you. Two fucking years later, you’d think you’d have a different way of handling your anger by now.” Rooster let out a sharp chuckle at your response, shaking his head as he looked away from you.

That set you off.

“YOU left ME!” You shouted at him in pure desperation for him to see how at fault he was. Of course, you never would have made a scene if there was anyone around to witness it. The spot of the beach you two were on was secluded, and everyone in the bar couldn’t hear shit over the chatter and the music.

His glare met yours once you yelled at him, such an action making you somehow angrier.

“And the only time you fucking called was to TELL ME it was over!” You shouted once more, your throat already regretting the volume at which you were expressing your anger. “So, no, I don’t have to think about your perspective. Who does that to someone they love, Bradley? Who does that to anyone at all? We were together for almost three years. Did you ever even love me at all? God, we LIVED together! Who does that—”

Your words were cut off by the feeling of the warmest lips crashing down onto yours, a pair of large hands cupping your cheeks. Your eyes widened as you realized just what was going on.

The taller pilot was towering over you as you couldn’t resist the urge to close your eyes, practically melting underneath him. Your lips pressed back to his as if you’d die without them, a rogue tear from how angry you were rolling down your cheek as you did so. Your smaller hand cupped his cheek and you pushed the other into his hair, his hands now pulling you closer to him by your waist.

You could taste the beer on his tongue as it gently teased yours, causing your fingers to grip his hair slightly.

There you two were.

Two bitter, heartbroken exes making out with the intensity of two teenagers, both still in love with one another. From the way you kissed him, he knew your feelings hadn’t gone anywhere. You knew from the way he kissed you that he did love you.

He broke your kiss to catch his breath and still held your body close to his, shaking his head as you both lowly panted.

“Don’t ever ask me if I loved you again.” He firmly ordered just barely above a whisper, your eyes desperately searching for an answer to just what the fuck was going on.

“I did love you.” Rooster told you, his expression full of desperation for you to believe him. Just when you thought you couldn’t, he spoke once more.

“I still love you.” He confessed as he furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. His thumb ran across your hip slightly before he lifted the other to cup your cheek once more, wiping the single tear with his thumb.

You didn’t even respond to him with words. After two years of heartache, two years of swearing the man off like he was the plague, two years of avoiding men who you knew could never fill his shoes, two years of hoping and praying he’d come back to you, two years of cursing his very name, everything came back to you. In that moment, you loved him more than you had ever loved anyone in your entire life. One kiss erased two years of pain and established what would end up being a lifetime of happiness.

Your lips found their home with his once more, as you just couldn’t think of a better way to tell him that not only did you still love him, but you would always love him.

Mamma Mia, now I really know, I could never let you go!

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gunebuggiesprompts · 9 months

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Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #17

July 21: Ameliorate

The Lazarus Pits had been left alone and grew to the point that they were completely breaching the living realm. Then Ra's al Ghul came into the picture and made the problem worse by encouraging the growth of the Pits. Then, whenever the league was destroyed by various bats (especially Tim), the pits were left in their terrible state. They continued to grow and become more corrupted in the DC universe, with nobody really monitoring it as most avoided it like the plague.

It got so bad that it had started killing people and leaking into water sources, and without much of a way to stop it now, it continued to spread and kill people. It got so bad that it was considered a world threat. At that point, it even reached the United States. The Justice League was doing all they could to try and limit the harm the Pits was causing the world, having special units constantly test the waters of places to make sure that the water was still safe, but water was becoming extremely limited making it a rare resource (people of course fighting over it) causing more problems for the JL while they were trying to find some sort of solution.

It got to the extent that Phantom (who may or may not exist in this universe, up to interpretation) stepped forward to deal with it. Though to truly save what had been lost, Phantom would have to go back in time. He does so, with the help of Clockwork, at the expense of himself, as the only way for him to get rid of the pits before they grew was for him to absorb it, which ended up killing both sides of him as he was a halfa and in the weird limbo state of being both alive and dead.

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sunoorintarou · 8 months

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Catharsis: Houseki no Kuni x JJK

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 (parts not in chronological order)

Christmas Special (plot divergent)

Gojo Satoru (platonic) x Phosphophyllite!Reader

Warnings: ooc Gojo, complex emotions, reader goes from happy to depressed to a monster, very angsty, there's an oc named Yuzuru Yukio who takes the place of Antarcticite because I couldn't bear to kill off anyone, death and depression, suicidal thoughts, gore

Notes: I haven't posted in a while and recently watched Houseki No Kuni and fell in love with Phos, so I decided to write a lil smth. This isn't very detailed and is more of a drabble than anything. I also really wanted to highlight Gojo's weaknesses and the inability to stop change in this, so he's very ooc, but yeah, hope y'all enjoy <3

They say history repeats itself, and once again, Gojo Satoru found himself unable to protect what really mattered to him. He was not the strongest. And never would be if he could never protect those closest to him.

It was like clockwork. He remembered when he first met you. You were a girl with a cursed technique never seen before. You had the ability to turn curses into gemstones. You could also absorb them (the beginnings of those together at the end are always similar), but not only that, your body was a storage unit for them, crystallising them and making them part of you, existing as precious gems that sprouted on and under your skin.

You were a precious commodity. Even though you had only molded with a singular curse, the one that had killed your parents. You had absorbed it into you on accident, materialising as the teal in your crystalline eyes and hair.

You were then taken to Jujutsu Tech. You had nowhere else to go. And now that you had absorbed your first curse, you became a beacon for others, your very existence attracting them.

It was fate when you were assigned to Gojo's team. The higher - ups choosing him on the basis that he had "experience" with cursed techniques similar to yours.

Gojo watched you from the beginning. Your bright eyes and clumsy personality something he hadn't seen in a while. You struggled in battle, tripping over your feet and freezing up. You weren't good at healing. You weren't good at admin. Any task you were assigned, you managed to royally mess up. You couldn't even use your cursed technique. You were borderline useless, good for only cheering up the team.

It had gotten to the point where you wouldn't even go on missions, sitting in your room and wondering what you had to do to become better. Gojo never let you be alone. He had learnt better.

Things took a turn for the worse during your first encounter with a cursed spirit that had eaten one of Sukuna's fingers. It was smart, and they figured it had been following you on your daily path from the school to the convenience store nearby. Waiting for the perfect chance to attack you.

Gojo blamed himself. He had been sent on a mission. By the time he arrived, everyone was in a panic, his team having long left to look for you after realising you were missing. By then, it was already too late.

When they found you, the curse had already shattered your legs. A scene no child deserved to see. An event no child deserved to experience. You were in a puddle of blood against the wall of an alley. Your legs had clean broken off, revealing teal crystal in place of bones and muscle, tinted purple from mixing with your blood. It was like breaking open a geode. Nothing flesh lied under your skin, only crystal. It was almost beautiful.

The curse was feasting on the shards of your legs, and by the time Gojo arrived with the group, he could only watch as you finally gained the strength to activate your cursed technique. You touched the curse, watching as its flesh crystallised into agate and quartz.

You then caught sight of your team and your teacher, a broken smile on your face.

"S- Sensei- look, I did it." You tilted your head. Gojo walked toward you wordlessly, his strong hand never so gentle, finding your head as he ruffled your hair.

"You did. I'm proud of you." Gojo's hands found your waist, picking you up as you went limp over his shoulder.

When you were brought back to Shouko, there was little she could do. They brought the crystallised curse with, now just a chunk of agate and quartz. To save your legs, they had to crack it open, having to use the pieces of your legs that were now mixed in with the agate and attach them to your body, hoping your body wouldn't reject them.

You slept for a long time. 3 weeks, to be exact. And when you finally woke up, Gojo couldn't help but begin to despise himself for not being able to protect you.

Where Gojo saw regret, you saw your legs as a positive, however. They were faster and stronger than your previous legs, allowing you to use them in combat, quickly excelling. You were beyond excited when you were deemed strong enough to go on patrol, and Gojo guided you the best he could.

He assigned a 3rd year, a strict, by the books, yet equally as lonely boy named Yuzuru Yukio. And he watched you. He watched as Yukio guided you, teaching you everything he knew. And as the days passed, he felt as if you were going to be OK.

Things were looking up for you. Everyone was praising your newfound talent in an attempt to cheer you up, but what Gojo hadn't realised was that the seed of doubt had already been planted far before he could stop it.

It had started in a casual conversation with Maki while she was attempting to help you train. You had explained your situation to her, eagerly listening to her advice, but one thing stuck. "Change." You knew she hadn't meant it the way you had taken it. She simply meant that you should change your thoughts and strengthen your resolve. But the words played on your long-held insecurities, and you began to feel like you yourself were the problem.

This feeling only increased when everyone complimented how strong your new legs were. Not cracking as easily as your old ones, much faster and more agile. And you only sunk deeper when you had dropped a crate of training swords, and Panda had jokingly claimed that it would be nice if your arms were as good as your legs.

Not even Gojo could sense the darkness that grew in your heart. The nights you spent despising your reflection, wondering if it would be better if every single part of you was replaced.

These insecurities manifested when you encountered a curse on patrol with Yukio. You watched as Yukio fought the gooey green mass of eyeballs, staying back as you still weren't all that skilled. In a moment of hesitance, Yukio had been caught off guard and was flung into a building, leaving you alone with the curse.

"I can eat them for you." The curse smiled, feeding off your insecurities.

"Your arms are so weak. Wouldn't you want a better pair?" The voice was deep and comforting, almost caring, almost worried. You found yourself reaching out to the curse.

When you found clarity not even a second later, it was too late. Your arms were gone.

It was repetition. The way you were rushed to Shouko, Yukio holding your limp form against him, the curse long gone.

This time wasn't as simple. They had nothing to replace it with and, no choice but to send you out to find a curse you could crstalise and use as a prosthetic.

Maki and Toge went with you and Yukio. Gojo once again being barrelled with missions.

What should have been a simple search for a weak curse turned sour. The curse they had found had turned into gold when you touched it.

The alloy was heavy, weighing you down and liquidising, trapping you in a prison of gold. Toge and Maki were forced to retreat by Yukio, forced to contact Gojo as you were being drowned in an ocean of gold.

Yukio tried to break through the prison the gold had formed. A large gold block with a few holes for air. He swore he would get you out, and as his focus remained on you, he failed to notice the curse behind him.

His guts were ripped clean out, body hitting the floor before either of you could react.

And you couldn't do anything. The gold refused to listen to you as you tried to do something, anything, to get revenge, to see if there was anything you could possibly do to somehow change the situation. But it was all in vein.

When Gojo found you, you were covered in blood, on your knees, Yukio's limp body in your arms as you cried. There were pieces of various precious gems and minerals everywhere. He rushed to you, dropping to his knees in front of you.

"Sensei- I- I wasn't strong enough- to- to protect me- he-" In place of tears, ichor ran down your cheeks.

It was then that Gojo watched the beginning of your downfall. You spiraled, cutting your hair, the light in your eyes dying as you committed yourself to fighting curses nonstop. Gojo watched you break yourself apart, skin cracking into pieces only to be filled with gold and repaired again and again.

Nothing anyone said could stop you, not even when your team returned from their mission and were met with you, the new you. You just weren't the same. No longer as happy and joyous, becoming more awkward, quieter. You rarely slept. Sleeping only when Shouko drugged you enough to keep you asleep.

You bathed yourself in the blood of curses, an act of revenge, and strength enabling you to speak to Yukio with a clean heart. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Yukio dying. Over and over again. It was excruciating. It suffocated you.

The life draining out of your bodies and eyes, but no matter what you did, you just wouldn't die.

Gojo stayed by your side as much as he could during those times. Avoiding missions and watching over you. The only time you were ever out of his site was when you went to the bathroom, and when you visited Yukio's grave.

No one left you alone. But perhaps that worked out for the worse. The comforting words only reminded you of your weakness.

It was like Deja Vu. When the light finally returned to your eyes, it was too late.

"Hey, Sensei." You greeted from across the road as if nothing ever happened. There was a barrier no one could cross between you. It was in the early morning, the bustle of the traffic and people almost sickening to Gojo.

"Y/n. What is this?" Gojo asked, at a loss for words. He had let you out of his site for 10 minutes, letting you sit at Yukio's grave in peace, and when he returned, you were gone. That was days ago. Yet by some miracle, he had caught sight of you in the crowd in passing.

"I want to thank you. For everything. You always said I'd find a purpose, something only I could do, and I think I found it. I'm sad things didn't work out with you guys at Jujutsu Tech, though. Tell everyone that I'm sorry, OK?" You said, thoughtfully, eyes widening as another thought came to mind.

"Ah, another thing, 'Sorry for stealing your student Satoru, I just don't think she's cut out to follow the path you're on', something like that, he said to tell you."

At those words, Gojo Satoru was 17 again, watching his best friend leave, unable to do anything about it.

"Y/n!" He screamed as you turned around, ready to rush after you, but the voices of his other students behind him stopped him.

"Bye, bye. See you in Shibuya." You smiled. One last time before you disappeared into the crowd.

History always repeated itself in the cruelest ways. And once again, it was proved to Gojo Satoru that he could never be the strongest.

#catharsis #gojo satoru x reader #jjk angst #jjk x reader #houseki no kuni #phos!reader #hnk x reader #land of the lustrous #jjk x hnk crossover #platonic gojo satoru

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the-random-phan · 10 months

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I just finished A Glitch in Time (legit seconds ago)

And AAAAAAAAA

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!

(This post is tagged, but just in case you haven't filtered it yet)

I absolutely LOVE that it ended with a hanging thread in the form of Valerie. I need to re-read to see what her attitude towards Danny specifically was. But she is absolutely gonna be gunning for Dan if she finds out about him. And does this mean there's two Valerie's now? Or just one?

I wonder where Dani is in this new world, how she'd react if she ran across the new Dan

All Vlad has ever wanted was a family, and now he has Dan (Vlad redemption AAAA?)

Also, a surviving clone??? (Er, not anymore. Technically. Hopefully it didn't have a consciousness of its own, or that's one more person bouncing around in Dan's head to deal with)

I love how that tidbit was set up earlier, I didn't really question it at the time but it was a very very good move

ALSO!

Not quite Ghost Speak and Obsessions, but Ancient Runes and a Purpose are pretty similar :D

(I was expecting Esperanto to be one of the languages listed that the Runes were based on, but it wasn't meant to be.)

Also, VladxMaddiexJack lovers (idk what ship name to use) I think this quote is perfect for y'all :>

"All I ever wanted was love, but my quest for power drove everyone away. Maddie, Jack... even young Daniel." -Vlad, page 152

Also also also!

Ghost King fodder, (focusing on the use of the word pariah)

"But if anyone's gonna unite the Ghost Zone and the human realm, it's gotta be me. The new me. Even if that makes me a pariah again" -Danny, page 172

Oh! And I can't wait to see what people do with the 'What if' if Danny chose the door where he lost his ghost powers. I can imagine the crossover potential, if choosing that door messed up the world a bit and merged another universe with Danny's

"In door one, everything will be reverted as it was, but you will no longer have your powers." -Clockwork, page 171

#agit spoilers #danny phantom spoilers #a glitch in time spoilers #a glitch in time #danny phantom a glitch in time #dp #danny phantom #agit #dp agit #dp agit spoilers #i probably have more Thoughts but I am overloaded at the moment #long post

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beauperalta · 1 year

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Now United-Clockwork icons part.2

like or reblog if u save

#twitter #now united #beauperalta #now united icons #twitter icons #clockwork mv #now united mvs #now united clockwork #clockwork #icons now united #uniters

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bethbluebell · 1 year

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reckless [ e.williams] one shot

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary; jackson has its two units that venture outside for their own unique purposes. one being the patrol unit and the other is the scavenging team. you being on the scavenging team take your role way too seriously and ellie isn’t happy when you end up hurt.

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"I have nothing to apologise for." You stated with your hands on your hips, earning a disapproving glare from Maria and your exhausted scavenging partner who was hunched over beside you.

Maria narrowed her eyes replying back to you in a stern manner, "This isn't about you, (Y/N). You are more than willing to put - not just yourself but your partner in unnecessary danger." You looked off to the side and gave off a dry laugh.

“Just me alone brings back more useful resources in a day than the whole scavenging unit combined gets in a month. I may take 'unnecessary' risks, but those risks have provided our people with rare medication, valuable materials, and a better quality of life. So, no. I don't feel like apologising because I am actually taking my role seriously." You crossed your arms in defiance and stormed off in the direction of the bar.

Your friends always stopped off there after their patrols so you'd always visit if you had time. This was standard behaviour from you and you were very much aware that Maria’s patience was wearing thin. However, no-one could deny that you were a valuable asset to the team. The townspeople would always come to you with requests for items to look out for because you’d always go the extra mile. It was a blessing and a curse, but you knew in the back of your mind that it was only a matter of time before your luck ran out.

The door to the bar was already wide open so you gladly let yourself in taking in the scent of booze. You spotted Jesse and Dina in the back enjoying a drink, which is what you so desperately needed right now.

You slumped down on the empty seat next to Dina and pressed you’re lips together glaring down at the floor, “Someone's not happy." Dina remarked setting her drink down on the table.

Jesse shifted his weight, leaning forward in your direction, "Maria tell you off again?"

You tilted your head back and groaned before facing them both, "I'm sorry but it's such a fucking joke how they disregard all my hard work because my partner wouldn't listen to me and then gets shocked when he ends up hurt!"

Ellie walked over to the table, a drink in hand flashing you a grin seeing you all fired up, “Maria?" Jesse nodded over at Ellie as she sat down next to him. Frustrated, you abruptly shot out of your seat and slammed your palms onto the table nearly spilling Ellie's newly bought drink.

"Hey-!" Ellie gasped closing her hand around the top of the glass.

"She threatened to take me off the scavenging team if I 'keep this up' like what the hell is that supposed to mean?" You asked swiping Ellie's drink and slumping back down in your seat.

The three weren't phased by your outbursts as they occurred more than three times a week. You were very passionate about your job so it irritated you. In the past all three of them have tried to defend your actions to Maria but she shuts them down faster than they can speak up.

You took a large sip from Ellie's glass failing to notice Jesse & Dina giggling as Ellie stared at you baffled, "Uh, (Y/N)." Ellie spoke up, side-eyeing Jesse.

Your eyes darted over to hers as you parted the glass from your lips, “Hm?” She reached over and swiped her drink back keeping it close to her chest.

“My drink." Ellie stated as her eyebrow raised in amusement with her lips curled into a smirk.

You pouted letting off a loud, dramatic sigh, “It’s like everyone’s against me!” You cried sinking further in your seat.

There was a pause until both Jesse and Dina erupted into muffled giggles. Your eyes shifted to Ellie’s and you momentarily froze at her staring back. Like clockwork your heartbeat grew louder as your pupils darted away in an instant scrambling the thoughts in your head.

As their laughter quietened you stood up, clearing your throat. You and Ellie always had a hard to explain friendship. The fact is you never liked others viewing it as a friendship even though that’s all it was. You hoped any future admirers of Ellie would back off when they see the tension between you two. Thick sexual tension if you will.

For your other friends you’d play matchmaker. You might as well be wearing a diaper and running around with Ellies bow the way you set them up with the current bachelors of Jackson. Seven minutes in heaven? Spin the bottle? Name it, you’ve done it.

Not her though. The thought of Ellie with somebody else physically pains you. You wondered if she ever caught on, it’s not like you were the most discreet person that ever graced the planet. If so, she never mentioned it and even played a long if that was the case.

"Right, I'm off. I'll see you guys bright and early tomorrow?"

"That you will. Just tread carefully with Maria. I know the patrol and scavenging units are different, but we'd hate for you to be kicked off the team." Jesse remarked causing you to laugh out loud.

"You don't need to worry about me my dear ol' Jesse." You patted his shoulder, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve to open Maria's mind a bit." You winked at the group as you turned around and exited the bar.

The three look at one another and sigh. Ellie rubs her forehead and glances back over at your retreating form, “She's definitely getting herself kicked off the team tomorrow."

Jackson - 6:24 AM - The following day

You stood on your tip toes, vaguely checking your horse over as your scavenging partner hastily unzipped their backpack, groaning in annoyance, "Give me five minutes, (Y/N), I'm pretty sure I forgot my gloves."

You smirked at how much you were getting your way. Misplacing your partners gloves seemed like a bit of a gamble at the time but as the saying goes ‘Fortune favours the brave’.

You made sure to mix yourself in the center of the scavenging groups just before setting off. You inconspicuously peered around as one of the men went through the rules - the ones that you were currently breaking - to make sure your partner wasn't back yet.

Somehow your plan worked. You were galloping just beyond the gate left to explore the wilderness till your hearts content, throwing whatever consequences Maria has planned for you to the back of your mind.

Jackson - Ellie's POV

I swiftly jumped off shimmer and handed her off to the stables alongside Dina. I had made plans to watch a movie with Joel this afternoon until my thoughts were completely scattered due to Dina harshly elbowing me. A fuming Maria came storming up towards us, steam practically coming out of her ears, "Ellie. Dina. Do you have any idea where your good friend from the scavenging unit is?"

I side-eyed Dina and shrugged, "I'm guessing she's not back yet." I commented earning a stern look from Maria.

"Correct. However, I wouldn't mind a bit of a delay until I was made aware the partner we had assigned with her never left but she did."

I cursed under my breathe putting two and two together. This was the plan she had? How was this meant to open Marias mind? This is the angriest I've ever seen her.

Dina stepped in front of me and gave off a nervous laugh, "You know (Y/N), she's really dedicated to the team, I'm sure this was all out of good faith." I nodded behind Dina, awkwardly tracing my arm.

"Good faith isn't much help when a pack of clickers have you cornered. I know you guys are good friends but she's being far too careless with her own life over a little bit of supplies."

Dina looked back at me in defeat. As much loyalty I have towards (Y/N), I care way too much about her for this to carry on.

Your POV

Humming an old tune, you scanned through the last room within the building. The supplies bag your horse was carrying was already filled to the brim with items but you weren’t sure if you’d ever get the chance to visit this area again.

Biting your lip, you got to the last few unpicked drawers in the room.

Ah, Jackpot.

You carefully lifted the limited-edition comic from the draw and scanned your eyes over the beautifully designed cover. Ellie's is going to freak.

You grinned to yourself straightening it up in your backpack before heading out the room. Just as your hand leaned forward to grab the handle - it already turned, revealing two stocky men barging through the door.

Looks like your luck had finally ran out.

A majority of it was a blur. As much as you should have been prioritising your life, you were more worried about the comic in your bag getting crushed.

You managed to slip past them and dart through the door. Not failing to notice them persistently chasing after you behind.

You reached down to the gun holster strapped on your upper thigh as you ran to the exit of the building. You had never been one to jump straight to violence, even in a world like this. That was one of the reasons you switched from patrols to scavenging. When you first joined the patrols, you were under the impression that it was just killing infected. That was until the incident happened.

You were on a patrol route preparing to advance into the paired patrols. You were in a trio with two brothers, the younger brother was 20 whilst the older brother was 24. They were teaching you the ropes and comparing how they work differently to group patrols. That was until you ran into another group that was made up of five people.

They seemed friendly enough until the youngest of their group lifted his gun up and shot the older brother you were patrolling with. You were startled, completely froze in place as you watched his body drop to the ground.

His younger brother mirrored you as you both looked at each other in disbelief. His head lifted in the direction of the group and before you could act, your partner shot the one who killed his brother straight through the head.

After that it turned into a shooting match before you could even comprehend what or why this was happening. You and the brother survived the attack, but you were badly injured. You both had killed the remaining four and still to this day you had no understanding on why it ended the way it did. Sometimes there is no explanation and it still plagues your mind to this day.

That encounter finalised your decision to switch to the scavenging unit. It was the safer option not just physically but mentally. Plus, all scavenging routes get cleared by the patrol units beforehand so there was a very minimal chance of encountering anything besides wildlife.

Back to the present; you were currently running towards your horse, your gun in hand but no finger on the trigger. You weren’t sure if there were infected around these parts and you weren’t keen on the idea of a horde coming after you as well.

Your movements became sloppy as you struggled to fix the strap on your supplies bag which sat comfortably on the side of your horse. The last thing you wanted was this trip to be for nothing. Your spatial awareness became a second thought until you were roughly grabbed and thrown to the ground. You yelped in pain as your back connected with the ground. Only one man was stood above you but his expression was enough to make your blood run cold.

A smirk was plastered across his face. You could only perceive it as something creepy and somewhat psychotic. A machete hung loosely from his hand and it seemed he noticed your eyes linger on it a bit too long.

His grip tightened around the handle as he sneered over you, “You seem like a tough cookie but please don’t hold in them pretty little screams for me.”

Your eyes widened as the blade came down onto your shoulder. You screamed out in pain at the impact turning your head away from him. You had squeezed your eyes shut as a reflex allowing your body to endure the pain. As you peaked one eye open, your eyes landed on the gun hidden behind you. You must’ve dropped it whilst being thrown to the ground.

Discreetly, you moved your palm along the ground bringing your hand closer and closer to the gun. You held eye contact with the man above you, giving him a fake sense of security as you waited for the perfect opportunity.

In a flash you grabbed the gun and pointed it directly to his face.

BANG

His body went stiff and you quickly scurried to the side as his body collided with the floor. Your heart rate was uncontrollable as you quickly ran to your horse and climbed on. You could hear the yelling of the other guy followed by the echo of scattered gunshots as he clumsily aimed at you and your horse. You sped off in a hurry not even giving yourself the chance to look back.

Fuck, that could have ended so much worse.

On the bright side his weapon must’ve been blunt as your shoulder was still very much intact. There was only a deepish wound soaking through your clothes but it was survivable. That still didn’t stop it from hurting like a bitch though.

Looks like you were clinging on whatever luck you had left after all.

Back at Jackson

The guards at the gate had quickly escorted you inside taking your horse off you in the process. It was already dark outside and you were told Maria would deal with you in the morning. What a blessing in disguise that was. If she saw any of the wounds you were concealing, she would definitely be nagging your ear off by now.

��The guy that slashed your shoulder managed to miss your jacket and aim straight for your t-shirt. This was expected as with being thrown to the ground the jacket was practically hanging off your body anyways. This made it easier to hide the gash but definitely made it hurt 10x harder.

However, you needed to treat it, and this led you to your next dilemma. You had let Ellie borrow your med kit just a couple of days ago and now you needed it back. Otherwise, you’d have to wake up with a nasty infection and you just were not in the mood for that, maybe on another day but just not today.

You trudged your way over to Ellie’s running over how you were going to play this off to her in your head. As you stood just before her front door you composed yourself, taking a deep breath as you lightly knocked in a familiar melody.

There was a long pause as you huffed entertaining yourself by kicking the rocks underneath your feet. You were still contemplating if this was a good idea until you plucked up the courage, your voice being half way between a whisper and a shout, “Ellie?”

A few seconds past until you heard keys jingling within the lock and the door flinging open. You lifted your head slightly and smiled on instinct. Gosh, weren’t you happy to see her. Ellie played with her earlobe as she stared back at you.

Ellie looked.. tired. She was either super stressed or you had just woken her up. You were hoping the latter.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? I won’t be too long I just-“ You rambled until she cut you off.

"Is that blood?" Ellie perked up, nodding her head in the direction of your shirt.

You looked down completely caught off guard by her question and scratched at the dried blood hoping that it would somehow magically disappear and Ellie would get memory loss and forget all about it, "No?" You answered sheepishly.

The blood she was referring too was actually the aftermath of you blowing that guys head off.

"Thats not a question you're suppose to answer with another question." Ellie threw back at you, opening the door wider to allow you to enter her humble abode.

A laugh escaped your lips as you walked past her, “It’s not mine.” You reassured her, placing your bag on the floor gently enough not to irritate your shoulder. “I just need to get something and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Your smile grew dim as you saw the worry spread across Ellie’s face.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

You gulped and proceeded to sigh heavily debating on whether to tell her the truth or not. Facing away from her you spoke up, your voice barely above a whisper, “I went far east.”

In that moment you swear you saw Ellie’s eyes bulge out of her head, “Far east! Are you insane?” Ellie raised her voice as she began to pace around the room.

“I know, I know. It was a stupid idea.” You admitted sitting down onto her bed and throwing your head in your hands.

“You need to stop trying to fucking prove yourself. You’ve done more than enough for this place and you’ll end up dead if this carries on.” You avoided her gaze and stared down at the floor trying to hide the burning pain from the fresh wound on your skin. You felt a dip in the bed beside you and a hand comfortingly touch your thigh.

Your breathe hitched at the contact, forcing you to pull your hands away from your face, “I know you mean well but do you know how worried we were? How worried I was?” Ellie's voice broke at the last four words causing your heart to skip ten beats. You could barely look at her. Knowing you were lying about your wellbeing as she was pouring her heart out to you.

“I’m sorry, Ellie.” You sighed, “Maybe I was a little reckless but I’m fine.” You smiled softly at her, proceeding to pull your coat up towards your neck praying it was covering the stained shirt beneath. You followed her eyes as they darted to you shoulder, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. She isn't dumb, she was definitely putting two and two together.

"Why don't you stay for a bit? Take your coat off and rest." Her offer took you back by surprise making you fumble as you stood up. "I- no it's okay, I should go home." Completely forgetting about the med kit, you went to grab your bag but without thinking you placed the strap on the deep cut on your shoulder.

You cried out in pain and fell back on the bed. Ellie quickly steadied you and shot back bluntly, “Take it off.” You spun your head in Ellie’s direction as you attempted to catch your breath, “Now. I’m not asking.” She demanded her body abnormally stiff.

Giving in, you pulled the coat off your shoulders. Ellie’s eyes never left your body as you unveiled the gash. You thought she was going to pass out when she laid eyes on it.

Her face flushed a sickly white as her fingers began trembling, “Please say infected didn’t do this.” Ellie uttered leaning in closer.

“No, I barely came in contact with infected.” You confirmed pulling your shirt down further exposing it in all its glory.

“Alright, you can tell me how this happened in a bit but first I’m going to get some stuff to patch you up.”

“Thanks, I guess anything would be better than using my dirty shirt to soak it up.” Ellie rolled her eyes, smiling as she got up off the bed.

“You’re an idiot.” She muttered clearly amused.

You waited patiently until she came back over to you. Ellie began disinfecting the wound which immediately had you biting your bottom lip in pain.

The silence was comfortable. You felt so at ease with Ellie around and never felt safer. Ellie pulled back from your shoulder and looked down at the supplies she had scattered on her bed.

You studied her side profile, clearly ogling but at this point you really couldn’t care. The only person that could really call out right now is Ellie and she’d have to notice first.

“I have a feeling you’re enjoying seeing me squirm in pain.” You joked as if you didn’t have a machete lodged in your shoulder four hours ago.

Ellie chuckled, shaking her head, “Shows you’ve learnt your lesson.”

You laughed back disheartened fidgeting with you fingers, “You know, I feel like people think I’m not able to handle myself out there. Just because I’m not on the patrol team anymore, it doesn’t mean I’m any less capable.”

“That’s not what I think” Ellie meets your eyes preparing to bandage you up.

“That’s what everyone thinks”

Ellies lifts her hands to your shoulder and carefully begins to bandage the wound, “Do you think we don’t all know why you stopped doing patrol?” Your forehead crinkled at what she was suggesting. “We all agreed with your decision but now what you’re doing is even more dangerous than that.” She reminded you.

Even though her voice sounded strained her movements were still light and it actually felt nice considering the situation. “I just don’t want to disappoint anyone. Imagine being on the scavenging team and coming back with sweet fuck all!” You lifted your hands up in the air causing Ellie to shoot you a stern look before carrying on working.

“All I’m saying is it might as well not be a thing if that’s the case.” You pouted, looking down to view Ellie’s handy work.

She leaned back and nodded to herself followed by a sigh, “This isn’t about your pride, (Y/N), this is about your life. Do you understand what it would do to me if I heard you got killed over fucking supplies?” Her voice begins to raise.

Your body felt hot as you felt the urge to cry at Ellie’s words. Hearing this from her really did put it into perspective how selfish you were being and that was never your intention.

“I’m such an idiot. I wish I could at least do something to make it up to you.” You groaned.

You felt her gaze on you and suddenly began to feel self-conscious. Your old shirt that was once white, now a dark crimson red still clung tightly to your skin. Not leaving much to the imagination as you pulled it up further.

Ellie did have a small stack of clothes neatly placed on her bed for you but you were too exhausted to even change. You’d prefer to at least wash the dirt and grime off your body before tarnishing the freshly washed clothes.

You looked over to your bag and it was as if a light bulb had gone off above your head.

The comic!

“Oh my- how did I forget!” You shot up off the bed and bent down to open your bag. You pulled out the comic and somehow it was in pristine condition. Grinning down at it, you turned around to Ellie and held it out to her, “Please take this as an apology. I mean, I was going to give it to you anyway but this works out so much better.”

You watched as Ellie’s head tilted down at the comic bewildered. She reached out taking it out of your grasp flipping it over in awe, “Please tell me you didn’t almost get amputated for a comic book.”

“Ah-ah! Limited edition comic book” You announced gleefully.

She looks over at you dumbfounded, “You’re actually insane.” Ellie comments clearly thrilled by the gift but trying to not encourage you any further.

“Yeah, well you better treasure it because I am one hundred percent being kicked off the scavenging rota tomorrow.” You trailed off not even attempting to hide the sadness in your voice.

Ellie put the comic book down beside her now focusing all her attention on you, “We’ll figure something out. I’m positive I can make some sort of arrangement with Maria.”

“Oh, yeah, Like what?” You asked teasingly crossing your arms.

Ellie pushed herself off the bed and made her way towards you. Your cocky façade faltered slightly becoming more nervous the closer she came. “I can go scavenging with you and you can patrol with me. You need a partner that can keep up with you and even though we both know I’m way too overqualified, it seems you’ve left me no choice.” She grinned making light of the situation and having way too much fun mocking you in the process.

You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips together, “You know, I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“I want too.” Ellie quickly responded; no hesitation evident in her voice.

Your heart started to pound at an increasingly rapid pace. You wanted to ask her what made you so special? Why was she was willing to turn her whole routine upside down for the likes of you? But instead you cowered, hiding behind a joke like you always do.

“Why? You enjoy the idea of babysitting me?” Even this time you couldn’t camouflage the nervousness in your voice. Something was building up between you both and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it the longer you were alone together. You almost looked away until Ellie stepped forward, taking your face in her hands and pulling you towards her.

The only way to describe it was passionate. The kiss was rough like an indication that this was much overdue. You deepened your kisses with each other both of your hands beginning to wander. It was as if you couldn’t get enough of each other. Your fingers running through her hair, her hands caressing your body. It was so dreamy like you could literally feel the adoration Ellie was exuding.

You broke apart, your eyes lingering on each other trying to work out if that actually just happened. Ellie looked down at the floor, combing the stray strands of hair behind her ear.

“You want to know why?” Ellie asked catching your attention, “Because I love you, (Y/N). It was killing me seeing you ride out of these walls because I never knew if it was going to be the last time I’ll see you.”

You stepped forward intertwining your fingers with hers. You pecked her lips and smiled up at her, “You’re such a sap.” You teased making Ellie roll her eyes and wrap her arms around you. She lifted you up with ease causing you to yelp with a mixture of laughter and the yells of you telling her to put you down.

Once she finally put you back down on the floor you lightly hit her arm all while still laughing. You were so happy you didn’t even care if you were taken off the scavenging team anymore. As long as Ellie was by your side you knew you were going to be okay.

“I love you too, Ellie.” You blurted out, causing her to turn towards you in shock and after a couple of seconds she began to grin like a little kid.

“I mean it was obvious but it’s still nice to hear you say it.”

“Oh, shut it you.”

After the high of it all died down, you and Ellie were chilling on her bed until a revelation occurred to you.

“Wait, does this mean you and Maria are going to gang up on me now?”

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Ahhhh! I am so exciting to share this with you all! Not my best work but I enjoyed writing it regardless.

I thought writing a little one shot would help me out of writers block and focus on the 4th part of my new to you series. Let’s see if it worked shall we?

#ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #tlou2 #tlou

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soaps-hoe-141 · 1 year

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Drowning In The Depths

Part 1

Pairing: Price x Male!Reader

WC: 19.6k

Synopsis: Slow night at the bar turns into a little more than the reader bargains for

Warnings: Smut, like a lot of it, NSFW, Minors DNI

You’d been watching the man for months now, captivated by the ocean blue eyes and the dark brunette hair. He showed up like clockwork every week, drank three bourbons, smoked a cigar, and then he’d leave just before the clock struck twelve. Sometimes there were other men who would be with him, other times he was completely alone and just sitting at the bar watching the soccer game, or football as they called it here in the United Kingdom, on the bar’s TV.

But without fail he was always there at the same time and always on the same days, like it was a ritual, it had definitely become one of yours since you had moved over here. It was not often that you spoke to anyone at the bar yourself, you were more of a people watcher, just there to enjoy the feel of the crowd and the false sense of community you got out of it. You didn’t have anyone in the city to speak to really, not many people at work wanted to use their off the clock time to hangout with you. Those that might have wanted to couldn’t be seen with you, especially outside the building where you worked. And your family was overseas, you’d left them to follow what you’d thought was your dream. Turns out dreams weren’t always what they were cracked up to be.

So here you were like you were every Friday, sitting in your corner alone like you always were and watching two men at the pool table. One was a Scotsman and the other was a tall, broad masked man with a thick accent that you honestly couldn’t identify the region of even if you had tried. The darker skinned man was standing beside the big one, smiling as he watched the Scot about to lose yet another game to their friend who was basically stealing his money at this point. It brought a small smile to your own face, watching the interaction between the three and how comfortable and happy they were with one another, a sense of familiarity flowing through you as you watched them all. It had to be around time for him to get here, as you looked down at your phone to check the time in the man walked, a tall brunette Brit with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen.

His facial hair was perfectly trimmed like always, almost meticulously so. His black beanie was affixed snugly to his head, and his thick black coat was around his shoulders, blue jeans that clung to his ass in the best way. He was a sight that could make a drowning man thirsty, and every time you watched him you felt like you’d been walking in the desert for months without even a drop of water. Your mouth went dry as you watched him, too cautious to make yourself known to him but much too interested in him to not show up.

So here you still sat after three solid months of watching from afar, and every other Friday night you were getting your fix of the hottest man you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was an addiction that had you itching to get to the bar, hell sometimes you nearly convinced yourself to mark the days on the calendar just in case you ever forgot. In reality though you couldn’t forget, your mind ran like a finely attuned clock and it was ticking down the seconds every day to when you’d be headed back to the bar to watch him walk by.

Today was just like all the others, sitting quietly and nursing a whiskey. You’d always preferred straight liquor, especially considering where you grew up. Men where you were from didn’t drink fancy slushies with little umbrellas, they suffered through the taste of burning bottom shelf alcohol like real men. It was honestly a bit depressing, you’d realized that a while ago, though you still did nothing to try and change it. What was the point when they’d have you packing up and then ship you on to the next city the second you got comfortable anyway? Part of you knew that you really should have taken that job with your sister, it would have been better than this constant shell game from one city to the next ever could have been. Your job before this one had been your real dream, everything you had lived and breathed for but this was merely what had been leftover for you after a series of unfortunate events had backed you into a corner.

At least the bar was packed tonight though, with so many people to watch it wasn’t likely your mind would get bored. Your finger tapped against the glass before you lifted it to your lips, taking a slow sip as you watched the Brit at the bar talking to the other three men he was always with. You saw his head begin to turn and so your gaze flicked away and to one tipsy face to another. One drunk man at the far end was currently being dragged out by his buddies before he puked all over the floor, and then to a group of young women who seemed to be celebrating someone’s birthday, young men crowding around them and seemingly trying to get lucky. It wasn’t until one of those women sat down on the stool next to you that your eyes stuck to someone other than the brunette for the first time that night.

She was pretty, but you had to be honest, everything that was currently on display beneath her skimpy clothes was not exactly something you were interested in. “Can I help you?” The words themselves were a bit on the rude side but the question coming out the way it did, along with your raised eyebrows and curious look, somehow managed to not make you sound like an asshole although you doubted she would have minded either way. The girl was holding her head up with one hand and staring at you with a drunken smile on her face like she was looking at a puppy in a pet store window or something.

She gave a quiet nod, “Are you here with someone or are you just looking for…anyone?” Your eyebrows furrowed at that obvious proposition and before you could even respond a man joined her, an arm wrapping around her with his hand settling against her hip. You glanced between the two with a near scowl on your face as she asked, “You can come with us if you want. We’ve been looking for a third and you’re pretty handsome.”

The laugh you let out at that belonged in a movie, they would have paid you billions for the genuine way your eyes filled with disbelief at the audacity of these two. You were at a loss for words, blinking with a stunned smile on your face. It didn’t even register that someone had slid into the other chair beside you until there was a glass clattering down beside your hand with amber liquid in it. Your gaze shifted to follow the line from the hand and up the arm until you stopped on those blue eyes, the man beside you having been the one you dreamt about late at night and even in the middle of the day. A deep, gravelly voice, the first time you’d ever even heard it, slid out from between perfectly sculpted lips, “Hey sorry I was late, who’s this?”

The blue eyes flicked from the two on the other side of the table and then up to you, holding you captive in the sea of blue there. Your mouth couldn’t form the words to say you’d never even seen them before and you had no clue, too wrapped up in the fact that the Brit was sitting right next to you. Thankfully the couple answered for you, “Oh, sorry about that. We thought he was alone, you both have a great night.” And then they were gone, surprisingly considerate after having been so shockingly forward initially.

Though to be completely honest they could have screamed at you right then and it wouldn’t have made a difference to your rattled mind. You were too busy staring at the brunette who’d taken a seat next to you, close enough you could feel when his arm moved to bring his glass to his lips. He took a slow sip, turning his gaze back to you as the couple disappeared into the sea of patrons, eyebrows raising at your continued blanching before he asked, “You good mate?”

Your eyes shifted down to his hand as the glass found a resting place on the table once again, finally managing to produce a slow nod and nervous, “Uh yeah, I’m good. Thanks for that, never even considered I’d have to deal with, well whatever the hell that was.” You gave a quiet huff of laughter as your fingers played with the glass of whiskey on the table in front of you, avoiding the intense gaze beside you.

There was surprise in those eyes as the deep voice spoke again, “An American? Didn’t expect that one. Where are you from? You sound like one of those cowboys in the movie.”

You glanced nervously at him, seeing a hint of curiosity in his eyes before quirking up the corner of your mouth and answering, “Um yeah, yeah I’m an American, from the south. I’m from Georgia actually.”

You caught a smile on his lips when the man nodded, continuing to probe, “Oh yeah I could tell by the accent. How’d an American end up on this side of the Atlantic then? Don’t see many of you in places like these, especially not outside London.”

It was weird talking to the man you’d been quietly observing for the past few months, it wasn’t like you were stalking him or anything, you didn’t even know the man’s name. But having him sitting there asking you questions was throwing you off a bit. It had been a while since you’d talked to anyone outside of your forced work interactions, it felt like you’d forgotten how to actually converse.

Finally though you managed an answer, “Chasing a dream, you know how it is. Left everything behind to get that dream job and get outta that small town just like all the songs told me to do.” You cast a small smile down at the glass as you paused for a drink and a shrug, “You don’t realize how much you’ll miss it though until you can’t get it back.” The brunette took a drink from his glass then too, giving a knowing nod before you asked, “What about you? You from around here?”

There was a quick nod from the man at the question, “Yeah, about an hour and half southwest of here. I grew up in Herefordshire. Me and my dream job though, well we’ve been together for a while. Been in the army since I was sixteen, never looked back. More than happy saving lives.”

Your eyebrows rose at the statement though truthfully you shouldn’t have been all that surprised. Everything about him from his clean cut hair and well-kept physique screamed military, “Didn’t realize you were an army man.” He was spinning his glass on the table, blue eyes watching you as you spoke, “I did a few tours myself, enlisted right outta high school.” Before you continued your jaw tensed, considering whether you should tell him the truth of your past or not and deciding against it, wasn’t like he needed to hear the whole truth anyway, “I was a marine though, you know, a jarhead,” you wiggled your brows at that with a small laugh, managing to draw an amused smile from him as well though you knew he saw your slight hesitation. Worry coursed through you as you hurriedly added, “You know now that I’m getting a better look at you I’m surprised I didn’t see the army on you.”

“A better look?” Shit, you hadn’t meant to say that and you really hadn’t expected for him to pick up on it. He could see the panic in your eyes, not knowing how to continue or play it off and that brought out a tilt of his head that had you tensed in the chair. Well fuck you that was it, your face went beet red and you pleaded with any higher power out there to strike you down so you didn’t have to explain what you meant or why you were currently unable to speak or even so much as breathe. It didn’t come though, instead the man beside you leaned forward to put his elbows on the table as he looked you over a bit closer, “So you have been watching me then, huh?” Your eyes stayed glued to the nearly empty whiskey glass before you brought an elbow up on the table and leaned your face into your hand to hide the panic written plainly there, “I’ve been wondering, you know. I couldn’t tell if you were just here all the time by circumstance or if you really were staring a hole in my back.”

The silence was killing you as he waited to hear you say something, anything, “Shit, listen man I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just…I don’t really know anyone or anything here and I was just trying to pass the time and I guess y’all,” you gesture with a nod to the three men still over by the pool table before continuing, “Y'all kinda reminded me of me and my old squad. Honest to God though, hand on the bible, I wasn’t trying to weird you out or anything-” you were diving head first into a long ramble that seemed to have no end when you felt a hand on your thigh. Wide eyes jumped up to those ocean hues you’d been avoiding for the past minute and for the second time that night you were at a loss for words. Blanching even when you saw lips move, his words falling on deaf ears at first, unable to hear him over the pounding of your own pulse in your ears.

When the hand gave a gentle squeeze your eyes finally blinked and you glanced down at the hand hidden below the table, away from the prying eyes of the other bar patrons. The deep, gravelly voice beside you finally spoke again, “It’s ok Marine, I’m not weirded out." The smile he gave you calmed your nerves as he continued, "I was going to buy you a drink but every time I get here you already have your own. I couldn’t think of a way to get your attention before now, not until they,” he nodded to the couple on the other side of the bar, “sat down over here. Guess it was a good thing I didn’t try the more forward approach though, I’ve never heard anyone laugh that loud when someone asked them to go home with them before in my life.” The man took a quick sip from his glass, finishing it off before he smiled again, voice lowering to a whisper when he asked, “So, anyway, what’re you doing later tonight?”

And that was how you’d ended up here in the front seat of Army’s old Ford truck with its leather bench seats and the whole truck riding low enough to the ground you were both taller than it was when you stood up. You were watching the buildings pass by as every single red light stopped the two of you on your way back to his house. Your fingers were clenched so hard into your thigh you were sure you were sure you were about to pull your whole damn leg off. Your knee was bouncing nervously, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been in another person’s car, and especially not when you were headed back to their house to do the inevitable. It certainly didn’t help that the person you were riding with was the man you’d been quietly pining after months now.

Your eyes were glued to the streetlights outside, trying not to melt into a puddle at the reflection of the man in the driver’s seat. One hand on the wheel and leaned back with the most casual look on his face you’d ever seen on anyone, not at all like your own which was full of nerves and worry. You swallowed hard, staring disrespectfully at the perfect lines of his lips, the veins that popped on his arms, the way his shirt sat so perfectly tight across his chest.

When you felt that same pressure on your thigh from before your bouncing leg froze, turning your gaze from his reflection and back to him. You were stopped at yet another light and he was watching you with a curious gaze, “Marine, you good?” You gave a quick nod to which he responded with an even quicker glance down at your thigh, holding the look which had you shifting in your seat, “You sure?” Army’s gaze shifted back up then holding your eyes captive, even and calm like the open ocean on a sunny day. It shot a sense of calm into your own nerves, somehow settling you rather than pressuring you, the panic that had been sitting just at the back of your mind turning almost immediately into ice. A brunette brow rose, the other man could sense the newfound calm as you slid across the seat away from the window.

A quick glance up at the light to make sure, yeah it was still red, and then your eyes were back on his curious ones with his head tilted endearingly, the man trying to figure out what the actual hell you were doing. Until your hand returned the firm squeeze, thumb grazing over his knee anyway. Army immediately shifted, legs spreading just a bit and hips angling towards you as much as they could. Your hand drifted up, watching his gaze change from curiosity and immediately into fire, eagerly awaiting your hand now. He had forgotten completely about the fact that he was supposed to be driving you back to his house to do this, not sitting at a green light with a hand inching closer and closer to the promised land. That was what finally stopped you though, noticing the green light which made you freeze, turning your gaze up before smiling and nodding towards it, “Eyes on the road Army.”

There was a quiet curse before he hit the gas, his second hand raising to the wheel for a moment before he reached down to cover the back of yours with the rough calluses. He shifted and when he did you could just feel the tip of his semi through his jeans, your eyes traveled down to look at the growing outline of him before you squeezed his thigh again and shook your head. “No can do Army. Have you never played redlight greenlight before? You've gotta wait till we hit another red light or we make it back to your place.” There was a side-eyed glare that you caught when the streetlights illuminated his face for just a moment. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to be fun. You might regret it when he'd had enough of your teasing but that didn't mean you weren't still going to have fun.

Again the light turned red in front of you and the second he came to a full stop your hand was moving again. Rubbing his hardening erection through the thick jeans on your way up before you worked at the button and then the zipper. You were about to delve in for your awaited prize when the light turned green and so you stopped. Hand still held tantalizingly over the zipper and a smirk on your mouth as he growled a quick, “Bloody hell,” and revved up the gas. The next light didn’t stop you and he groaned quietly about it, cursing both you and the lights for this torture, his hips bucking up just slightly as he searched for the friction and heat of your hand again. You kept it just out of reach though, shaking your head when he glanced your way with a desperate and frustrated sigh.

It wasn’t until the truck came to a stop at the next red light that your fingers finally dove below the zipper, just as eager to see him as he was to be touched. His flesh was burning underneath the pads of your fingertips, and when he lifted his hips and slid his jeans down a bit you pulled him free. Your thumb ran over the tip and he took in a sharp breath, eyes dropping down to watch and catching sight of your heavily furrowed brows. “What’s wrong Marine?”

Your own eyes glanced up quickly and then back down to him before you shook your head. “It’s uh…Well it’s bigger than I expected if I'm being honest. Wasn't aware I was going to be dealing with-” You broke off staring at the monster in your hand. He had to be at least eight inches, and good lord the girth? It was too much, how could you deal with something that big? He was bigger than anyone you’d ever been with before and that was a fact. There was a low chuckle, a sound that rang in your ears that you wanted to hear every day, it was unlike anything else you’d ever heard. But fuck if that little chuckle and smug smile you glanced up to find didn’t light a fire under your ass that made you want to turn him into a moaning mess of a man.

So that was your goal as you ran your tongue flat across the tip without so much as a warning, looking up to watch his eyes go wide and his hips jump up at the feeling. And as your hand grabbed the tip and you twisted your wrist the light turned green, freezing you in place much to his annoyance. So you waited, turning to lay across the seat with your mouth poised close enough that he could feel every breath you took.

When the truck stopped next you didn’t waste a second, lips spreading over the red and leaking tip, tongue swirling around it before you sucked him in further. Your tongue ran along the underside, saliva already dripping from your open mouth and down the long shaft that you could just barely get your lips around the sheer size of comfortably. Heat flooded your own body, pooling at the base of your growing erection. You pushed your hips down into the leather seat, grinding into it to find at least some relief while your mouth was being stuffed full of hot flesh and salty precum. And then the red light changed, you could see the light flooding the truck and halfway back up his long shaft you froze. When you glanced up he was watching you with confusion until you glanced up at the light and he groaned, head falling back into the seat before he hit the gas again.

You stayed like that, unmoving unless there was a bump in the road or he had to make a turn. Mouth halfway down his cock, breathing through your nose, and your own hips grinding into the seat every now and then to ease your own ache there. Every time you breathed, every turn he made, every pothole in the road had the man above you moaning out for more, aching for you to keep going despite your refusal to do so. When you felt saliva trying to drip out past your lips you sucked hard for just a moment, swallowing around his length. The man above you jerked, his body going rigid for a moment when the truck swerved hard before he quickly righted himself. It was driving him positively mad and you could see it in the way his eyes burned down at you, he'd had enough of your teasing now. You feared when the truck stopped next and he threw it into park, thankful no one was behind y’all else you both risked getting caught. Large hands grabbed the back of your head and his hips pushed up into your aching jaw. Your mouth would no doubt be sore tomorrow, just as you hoped many other parts of you would be as well.

He shoved you down, refusing to let you pull up and rest your aching jaw even for a quick moment. The tip hit against the back of your throat and you felt your throat tighten before you swallowed trying not to gag around the length. Your body had forgotten how to do this, maybe you shouldn’t have teased. It would have been nice to just be sitting with his hand resting on your thigh while you took a leisurely drive back to his house. But then again, when he had shoved you down until there was no more left to take and the loud groan left his lips, if you hadn’t teased him to the point where he was about to fuck your mouth like a man without thought you wouldn’t be hearing the noises currently escaping his throat. He let you lift your head, pulling off for a moment as you pushed yourself up, strings of saliva keeping the two of you connected while you caught your breath. One of the hands on your head moved down to your jaw, running along the stubble there with his rough fingers as he lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You didn’t expect the words that came out of his mouth though as he made you a promise that had you grinding into the leather seats, “I am going to ruin you, Marine.”

Your eyebrows raised at that, the words going straight to your own aching length that was beginning to throb with need while it was still trapped in your jeans. He pulled your jaw back down with one hand, the other still on the back of your head, running through the short strands of hair. He impaled your throat with his length again, but instead of forcing you down on it, this time his hips rose to meet your mouth. Strong hands held your head still as his cock slammed again and again and again against the back of your throat, soft moans escaping your lips when he growled out, “So fuckin good for me, Marine. Gonna fuck you like this all night, till you can’t think anymore. You won’t even remember your own name when I’m through with you,” his cock buried itself as far down your throat as it would go again before he pulled you down with him so he could sit back on the seat.

You didn’t even notice when the truck slammed back into drive, not until the truck was roaring down the road again, the man with one hand holding you down on his engorged length while the other kept the two of you from careening off the road. You couldn’t even get a breath in, the enormous length of him choking you as he drove. Your throat constricted and he slammed a palm against the steering wheel to keep from pushing you down even further when there was nothing else for you to take. Black spots sparked in your vision, head trying desperately to pull up but he only growled, "Can't move till I stop again Marine. You better hope this light turns red before we get there." If you could have spared the air you would have been moaning, humming, and groaning around his length but you simply didn't have the breath to do so.

Not until the light in front of you turned red and he finally stopped again, thanking the heavens above when his hand relaxed and he let you up. You struggled to catch your breath then, coughing before your hand took the place of your mouth, cheek resting against the clothed thigh as he stared down at you. Red faced and panting and pumping his member in an attempt to satisfy him so he wouldn't impale you before you could catch your breath. His fingers ran along your now tear stained cheeks, wiping the trails away with a hand much gentler than the one that had just been holding you still while you choked on his cock. “Look at you Marine, bloody hell, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted right now. That mouth of yours is so good,” the fingers grazed over your temple, around your ear and stopped at the side of your neck where the muscle flexed and tensed at the warm touch.

Fingers dug in for a few moments, kneading gently as a calloused thumb ran over the cheekbone there. You leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment before you lifted up again and your lips stretched over the head of his cock once more. Your lips were sliding down his length, what you couldn’t fit comfortably in your mouth, your hand was working instead. Pumping up to meet your lips before returning to the base and giving it a wicked twist that had Army groaning like a man possessed.

You had forgotten about the rules of the game at that point, wanting only to keep hearing the sounds escaping the man above you so that they could continue sending floods of heat to your own member that you were slowly grinding into the leather. You felt the engine purring, sending quiet vibrations through the truck as he drove, one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing circles on the back of your head. A quiet whimper left your lips as you careened into the seat, pulling off of his length to rest your forehead against his thigh. Your hips pressed into the leather, the thick fabric running against your skin painfully now. It was too much of the wrong thing. Your hands scrambled below you, fumbling with your zipper and button, groaning in frustration at the belt you’d decided to wear tonight refusing to loosen. There was a quiet chuckle from above you as Army said, “Take your time, Marine. Work the problem.”

He was right, obviously he was right but with the fog of need clouding your mind it was near impossible to listen. Not until hands grabbed at your wrists, halting your progress as you looked up from where your forehead had been braced against Army’s thigh to notice the truck had stopped again. It didn’t take five seconds until the Brit pushed you up to slide closer, his hands reaching down for the frustratingly tight belt undoing it with a couple deft movements of his hands. Your pants fell open and he reached inside the waistband of your underwear to free you. A string of groans leaving you when the firm grip pulled your aching cock out, exposing it to the cool night air. He smiled at you, fingers sliding along the shaft with a feather light touch that had your hips bucking forward and your head falling back.

Fingers tightened around your length and then into the collar of your shirt, pulling you forward again before he whispered against your ear, “Get back to work Marine, we were in the middle of a game.” You panted quietly against the crook of his neck, nose pressing against the hard muscle there and taking in a whiff of bourbon and cigar smoke that had you nearly whining, especially when his fingers left your throbbing member to return to the wheel. “Focus up,” his quiet words found your ears and you nodded, swallowing hard before you settled back along the length of the seat. Knees holding your ass in the air while you gathered a bit of spit on one hand and slipped it between your thighs to pump at your throbbing erection, finally getting the attention it had been weeping precum for.

The other hand returned to Army’s now throbbing and needing cock, mouth wrapping back over the tip and listening to him moan at the tight, wet heat of your mouth, feeling as he rocked forward into your depths. You hummed your own satisfaction and that had his eyes widening before he came to a stop again. His freehand which had been kneading the muscles of your neck slid down the length of your spine, fingers trailing over the flesh that had been exposed by your shirt riding up and your jeans slipping down. They squeezed into the toned flesh of your ass, drawing out another moan from the both of you, the vibrations causing Army’s head to tilt back for a moment.

They left as quickly as they had come, leaving cold flesh behind. You were more focused on the cock your mouth was bobbing on and your own pulsing member that you didn’t notice when the man lifted his fingers to his own mouth, drenching them in saliva, before he returned the hand to your well defined glutes. Fingers slid between the two mountain peaks, prodding at the tight puckered hole. Your mouth popped off of him, hand pumping his length before you rested your forehead against his thigh again. Moans left you wildly as he slid a finger in, focusing on the thick digit curling into your walls before he growled, “Bloody hell Marine.” He pumped his finger into you a few times, testing the waters until he added a second, both digits curling into your tight walls and dragging out quiet gasps while your hands worked both your cocks in time with one another.

His fingers were thick, nothing compared to his hard erection in front of you, but it was just what you needed as you fucked your own hand and pressed back against the fingers inside of you as well. Both directions drawing out quiet gasps from your wide open and needy mouth. The truck stopped again, you hadn’t even noticed it starting in your haze of need. The hand on the wheel found your head, pulling you back up by the back of the neck and positioning his long shaft against your lips before he fucked into your mouth again. Holding you still with one hand and filling you with the fingers of his other. “‘M shite Marine, so fuckin tight. Tight and needy and willing, drunk on my cock so much already and we aren’t even at the house yet.” He groaned out when you swallowed around his length, tongue swirling along the underside of his sensitive shaft.

“Can you take another?” His question was rhetorical, he didn’t need you to answer because he’d already lined a third up at the tight ring of muscle and was plunging it inside of you with the other two in the next second. His cock strangled a moan in your throat then, curling his fingers with every thrust as he stretched you out and searched for the spot he knew would make you cry out for more.

Just when you thought he’d never find it his fingers brushed against it and you moaned loud enough that had there been anyone walking by there would have been no doubt what was happening inside right now. Your hips bucked forward into your hand and you pulled off his length just long enough to pant out, “Again, I’m so close.” His fingers curled against the spot again and your eyes rolled back, the edges of your vision beginning to turn white. “Ag-Again, Army,” he nodded quickly before he pulled you back down onto his cock. He hit that blinding spot with every curl of his fingers after that. Hitting that spot until you were writhing into your frantically jerking hand and moaning obscenely around the cock disappearing between your lips.

You came without warning, wrist twisting at the tip and sending you toppling into the white void of pleasure, throat vibrating with strangled cries that sent the other man over the edge right behind you. He pulled your mouth down till there was no more to take again and you swallowed around his length. That was the last straw as he bucked up feverishly into your mouth and his head fell backwards, cumming down your throat in hot ropes that you didn’t question for a moment about swallowing down.

Your body went limp against the leather seat, Army's fingers pulling out of you and leaving you cold and empty. You pulled your own mouth off, taking in quick gasps of air as your cheek settled against his thigh again. Eyes blinked rapidly in a futile attempt to stay open while he drove. How in the hell was he driving right now? You managed to open your eyes for a quick moment, staring at his still hard erection, the man wasn’t even softening whereas you felt completely spent. A weight pressed between your shoulder blades, callused fingers running along your back in soothing motions. When you glanced up again he was forward focused, eyes on the road, hand on the wheel, and good lord he didn’t look even the least bit tired. This was about to be the longest night of your damned life.

A thumb ran over your cheek, quiet words whispering into the air down to you, "Marine, hey, wake up." You let out a questioning hum, you weren't asleep, or at least you didn't remember falling asleep. The hand slid off your cheek, seeming to give up before the thigh you'd been using as a pillow moved out from under you and you heard a truck door shut. That prompted you to open your eyes then, glancing into the black leather with tired eyes. You pushed up on an elbow before you heard the door behind you open and a hand wrapped around your thigh. He rolled you over onto your back and when you looked for him he was leaning into the truck right above you.

Blue eyes stared down at your face, stained with tears and saliva, stomach and shirt covered in your own release, the waistband of your jeans and underwear still shoved down over the swell of your ass, and your softened cock laying against your stomach that seemed to harden with every second he stared down at it. Army's hand ran up your thigh and along your naked hip before he continued up your ribs. When he slipped his hips between your thighs the thought of him taking you again right there pressed into your mind, rolling your hips up to his and feeling the still hard erection he'd stuffed back into his own jeans. You swallowed hard, warmth flooding to the base of your own cock as it hardened steadily against the rough fabric of his jeans. You could see his smile even in the darkness, and heard his chuckle when your legs raised and wrapped around his waist pulling him flush against you as you rocked into him again. "Very eager Marine, I was worried I'd already worn you out."

"Not a damn chance, been waiting on your ass for months and I ain't about to give this chance up now," his mustache moved then as he smiled and leaned down. His lips were gentle, soothing to your own after they'd been wrapped around his length for so long. They moved across your swollen lips with firm yet gentle purpose. His tongue teased at you, tip licking against your sensitive skin before darting back. When his hips rolled down against you, his hard length pressing against your ass, the thought of what he'd said earlier ran through your mind, 'I am going to ruin you, Marine.' And by God did you know it with the way he was grinding against you, already beginning to overstimulate your nerve endings.

Your mouth fell open against his lips when you felt rough calluses run across your length cupping you in his hand as he rocked into you again. Your quiet gasp left you vulnerable, exposed, and he took full advantage when his tongue slipped inside your mouth, tasting your wet depths. His beard was rough against your already chapped skin and with every squeeze of his hand you felt your body reacting the only way it could, begging and pleading with him for more. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth before he moved on to your jaw. The sensitive skin turned red against the coarse hairs of his beard dragging along your skin before his lips moved to soothe the patches. He received quiet gasps in return, one of your hands wrapping around the back of his head and throwing the beanie on the dash so you could feel the cropped locks there. The other hand had run down his side, wrapping around to the small of his back and holding on for dear life as he ground you down into the leather seat.

A thought crossed your mind then, "W-Where are we?" You managed to ask between gasps. His fingers wrapped around your length clouding your mind and drawing out a quiet moan.

Finally he mumbled an answer against the thin skin of your neck, "My house." He paused to nip at the skin before continuing, "In the garage." His fingers stroked your length with mind-numbing skill. You honestly hadn't thought you'd be able to go another round so soon but here you were, hard as a rock beneath his expert touch in a matter of seconds. And then his hands were gone and damnit you couldn't stop the whine that pulled out of your throat. Hips bucking up in hopes of finding it again but to no avail. He smiled against your collarbone, teeth grazing over it before he whispered, "Don't worry, it'll be worth it in just a second Marine." You forced yourself to nod, not quite believing him but knowing you didn't exactly have a choice about where his fingers went.

Suddenly his hands were both around your hips and he was pulling you towards the door. He unwrapped your legs from his waist and stood up, leaving your neck and mouth unattended just as much as your weeping cock was. You squirmed under the blue gaze, fingers reaching for your member to soothe the ache he had left. Army merely watched as you pumped yourself slowly, his own hands releasing the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper with frustrating slowness. The smile was gone now, replaced with a burning gaze that had your back arching off the seat with need. "Come on Army hurry up," when a brunette brow rose at the statement you quickly added, "Need you. Wanna feel you."

That had his beard shifting, smile returning to his lips as he pulled himself out. Your gaze immediately shifted down, taking in his erect length again that was bobbing in front of him as he reached to shove the jeans down his legs a bit. Your mouth watered at the sight, tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you groaned, hand twisting at the base of your cock as you did. Your head tipped back as you kept working yourself, nearing your next orgasm already as your hand became erratic, no frantic, with the need to chase your high. A cruel hand wrapped around your wrist stopping you and when you tried to move your other into its place it too was captured. You let out a quiet whine, stomach tensing and flexing as you rocked, trying to find the friction you so desperately needed. "Slow down Marine, bloody hell. What about my fun, huh?"

Your dazed eyes opened to find his smiling features and you managed to reign in your ragged breaths before muttering, " 'M s-sorry. Please," you couldn't verbalize what you were begging him for but it wasn't that hard for him to guess. Between the time it took for him to capture your hands and let them go your own climax had danced out of reach. His hands grabbed the waistband of your jeans and pulled them down, your burning skin exposed finally to the cool air. He didn't pull them off though, merely let them dangle uselessly around your knees while his fingers went for what he was really searching for. The callused digits ran across your tight hole again, dragging a low moan from you as he pressed into you. "Fuck, Army, fuck shit," you were desperate for words, letting anything out that you could manage as he curled a finger inside you. "More now, need more," he happily obliged, a second finger joining the first as your back arched against the leather seats again. A hum that probably would have been another loud moan had you not strangled it behind tightly closed lips resonated from you. The man could do no wrong at this point, every touch, every movement, every word drove you out of your mind with throbbing pleasure.

He slid his fingers out and you pushed closer on the seat, quietly begging for him to return with little gasps. He pulled your legs up, resting both of your clothed calves on one shoulder before you felt the blunt tip grazing over your entrance. You immediately pushed into it, looking up when he asked, "You still okay Marine?" Your head was nodding before he even finished the sentence and you felt the burn as he slowly pushed inside of you. Your mouth fell open in a silent plead, eyes shutting tight as you arched into the touch. His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them pressed firmly together which only made your walls clench tighter around him. He wasn't even halfway inside you before your hands shot down, stopping him as the sensation just became too much all at once.

His hips halted and when you finally managed to open your eyes again he was staring down at you, a hint of worry furrowing his dark brows. You swallowed hard before he asked, "You want me to stop?"

The fingers around your thighs were still holding firm, keeping the both of you frozen in that moment. Slowly the tension in your body released and you felt yourself rock slowly, looking for more now that you'd gotten a chance to catch your breath. "Don't you dare stop," you finally managed to get out.

His mustache twitched around that snake-like smile and he gave you a quick dip of his head in a nod, "Wouldn't dream of it, Love." The words went straight down to your throbbing member, clenching around him for a second as he continued to slip inside of you. When you felt his hips come flush against your backside a groan left you both simultaneously. "Shite, so tight, can't keep squeezing me like that, gonna make me cum too soon," you did it again anyway biting your lip when he grinded against your ass in response. "Careful Marine, I'll make you scream so loud you wake the bloody neighbors."

You arched your back at the statement, grinding your own hips against his before smiling up at him, "You can certainly try." And damn was he about to, he pulled out achingly slow before he slammed his hips back against yours so hard he drove the air from your lungs. You could feel every ridge and vein as he throbbed inside of you. There was so much of him, pressing against your walls so hard there was little left for you to give. He filled every inch with ease it seemed, taking pleasure from every little groan and gasp that left your mouth. While he was chasing his own high it seemed that was only his secondary goal, more interested in making you cry out and beg for him.

And by god were you going to beg, you’d do anything for this to never end, for his strong thighs to never stop pressing against you, for that happy trail to never leave your sight, for that dick to never pull out of you. Just as you were gasping out, “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, please more, I need more,” he provided like it was his one and only purpose in life. Folding you in half as he leaned down towards you, one arm still wrapped around your legs and the fingers digging into your thigh hard enough you knew he was breaking the skin. His mouth found yours, needing to feel the closeness of you, both of you needing that warmth. It was when his lips began to devour you that he hit it, your hips bucking up with a loud cry. “There!” It was more like a pleading yell than anything that clawed up your throat then. He struck deep and true and just fucking right.

He slammed into it again and your fingers that had been holding tight to one shoulder squeezed hard enough you knew it was going to leave a bruise. “There? You like that Marine?” All you could manage was a nod and a moan as he hit it again with pinpoint precision. When you didn’t answer though his hips stilled, seated fully inside you and both of you twitching with need while you squirmed underneath him. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question,” his voice was deeper now, filled with lust and the gravelly way with which he spoke had you clenching around him almost painfully tight. He didn’t even react though, staring hard down at you.

You reached up, a hand pulling his head back down to yours to whisper against the prickly hairs on his cheek, “I fuckin love it.” His face turned into your neck, mouth pressed right below your ear as he nipped at the skin, sucking it between his lips hard enough you were well aware it would be a deep purple hickey by tomorrow morning but in reality you couldn’t have cared less in that moment. His pace started again, faster than before but no less deep. You weren’t sure he knew what shallow thrusts even were. Moans fell out of your mouth almost the second he started again, his beard scratching across your neck and leaving that burning sensation that was becoming almost too familiar now.

White sparked in your vision, he knew exactly how to play you like a fiddle, it was almost unfair how good he was, how amazing he felt burying himself deep inside you. His mouth was sucking the skin of your neck, leaving marks along your flesh with a pleased smile you didn’t need to see to know it was there. Then he slammed into the place that had your body arching off the seat, his quiet whispers telling you how good you were doing, how tight you were, and how close he was falling on deaf ears. He was hitting that blinding spot every time now, your fingers digging into one shoulder and the other hand holding tight to the forearm that was still wrapped around your thighs. You stammered out, “I-I’m so-so close, please.”

He responded almost instantaneously with a hand reaching between your two sweaty bodies before his fingers ran down your length. It barely took any coaxing before you were a moaning mess and your head fell back, crying out with the waves of your climax crashing into you. You painted both of your stomachs and his fist. He pulled up, jerking you flush to his hips again and his thrusts stuttered, one arm still holding your legs tight to his chest, the other braced against the roof of the car. He pulled out after a few more hard thrusts, letting your legs fall back to the ground and you watched his hand pump a few times along his enormous length until he spilled over your now softening member and lower stomach.

You didn’t remember falling into the void, exhaustion flooding your entire body. Every part of you was sore and aching but you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. Soft fabric ran over your stomach, nudging against your spent member which had your eyes jumping open even as you flinched away from the sensation. The brunette was shirtless now, the black fabric balled up in his hand and wiping over the white ropes that painted your stomach like it was a piece of abstract artwork. Your head fell back again, covering your eyes with the inside of your elbow and your smile widened as his fingers danced over your sensitive skin. When the calluses rubbed up your side you flinched away with a light laugh before looking up at the Brit, “That’s not fair Army,” you feigned annoyance with his attempts at tickling your hypersensitive skin.

The man gave a small shrug and shot a smirk down at him, “All’s fair in love and war, mate.” You rolled your eyes at that, arm returning to covering your eyes. At least until he grabbed it and pulled it off, head tilting as he looked down at you and jerking his head towards the door, “You hungry?”

The question caught you off guard, a confused look on your face before you let out a laugh at the absurdity of asking whether you were hungry while you were laid back on his car’s bench seat with your jeans and underwear gathered around your knees after finishing twice already. It was absurd he was asking the question to begin with, but also absurd that he thought maybe you weren’t hungry. So you answered with a nod, “Hell yeah I’m hungry.” He pulled you up off the seat by the hand, heading to unlock the garage door while you fixed your clothes.

Staring down at the stain on your shirt you glanced across at Army’s shirtless upper half and decided to shed the fabric. He led you inside to the living room, gesturing to the couch, “Take a seat, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared further into the house while you slid onto the couch, wincing at first until you finally relaxed into the soft leather. You were just about to doze off again when the man took a seat at the other end of the couch. “Here Marine, drink,” he tossed you a water bottle, not leaving much room to refuse. Besides you couldn’t deny the fact you were far past thirsty at this point. The second the water wet your tongue you were tipping it all the way back, basically inhaling the entire bottle in a matter of seconds. When you finally dropped the empty bottle to your lap and glanced back at him he was holding another one out.

You took it without a question, watching him grab the remote and turn the TV on, flipping through the channels before there was a ding from somewhere in the house. He handed you the remote before he disappeared back to where he had gone the first time. You silently flicked through the channels, sipping at the water until you stopped on a channel running movies, eyes squinting at the screen. He returned with deadly silence, a plate appearing over your shoulder causing you to jump a bit before you realized who it was. The plate sat in your lap, and he found his seat at the opposite end of the couch again, brows furrowing at the movie on the screen. “Where’d you find a movie?” He sounded genuinely confused as if he’d never owned a movie before in his life.

“Uh, I just started looking through the channels. We can watch something else if you want though,” you held the remote out to him to which he shook his head quickly, mouth full of the fries he’d heated up for the both of you.

The mouthful was swallowed down, your eyes following the bob of his Adam's apple before he picked up a foot, setting it on the coffee table in front of them. He’d taken his boots off at some point so he was left in a pair of white socks. You turned your attention back to the movie playing, eating quietly and relaxing into the soft cushions of the couch. When he finished his plate he leaned forward, setting it on the coffee table and sitting back with his arm raised to drape across the back of the couch.

It was an inviting sight, his bare chest with the dark hairs littering it and the toned side just asking to be laid against. Christ if he didn’t get sexier by the second and he didn’t even have to do anything, he was just sitting there. Blue eyes flicked to your face, catching you staring which had you looking away as fast as possible with burning cheeks and ears. You could feel the smile on his face before he spoke, “You don’t have to stay over there. You can come over here if you want.” When you glanced at him with uncertainty he added, “I’d like it if you did, Love.”

There was that word again, the endearment that had you smirking despite yourself. And the second he said it your nervousness dissipated. You slid across the couch quickly, he moved the foot on the coffee table to the couch instead, arm still draped behind you as you laid back into his chest. Head propped up on a well built pec, his body heat warming you from behind like he was an actual heater.

You would be lying if you said you’d ever expected to be doing this with anyone, especially the brunette you’d watched from a distance for so long. Relationships weren’t actually something you’d ever found yourself in so lazing about on a couch with another person was a new experience. Honestly you had to admit it was nice. Your plate of fries sat on your chest while you ate, his hand coming down after a few minutes to run his fingers along the length of your bicep and making you shiver at the touch. That was when the questions started, “How long have you been in Birmingham?”

A quick glance up at the blue gaze that was watching you before you answered, “About three and a half months now. Work takes me just about everywhere."

His thumb rubbed circles in the muscle of your bicep as he gave a hum of interest. "What exactly do you do for work? You didn't say."

You smiled at the question and leaned your head back to look up at him, "You're right, I didn't." His brunette brows raised, curiosity taking hold now before you said in a whisper, "Let's just say…I don't sit in an office all day." Now he really looked curious but despite it he merely gave you a nod, obviously he understood your secrecy. "What about you Army? What do you do for work? You sit in command all day telling others what to do?"

He let out a low chuckle before you felt his shoulders shrug underneath you. Finally he answered in his quiet rumble, "Something like that I guess." And just as he had respected your privacy, you respected his, just giving a quiet nod at his vague answer. "What about your name then Marine? You haven't even told me that one yet."

There were a few quiet moments and you felt him shift so he could look down at your face a bit better. Finally you shook your head and lifted the plate off your chest to lay it on his and answered, "I'd rather not say if you don't mind." You glanced up to see the dark furrowed brows, now he didn't understand. You gave a nervous cough looking away quickly and you were about to sit up when his hand splayed across your chest, the rough texture catching against your skin. He pressed you back down, watching you with a look that you almost took as concern before you added hurriedly, "It's not anything to do with you. It's just at work I can't really use my name so honestly Marine is probably the closest I've heard to a real name in a long time. I would tell you if I could, but…What about yours though? I uh, I'd love to know yours."

Confusion still wrinkled his brow, the furrows on his forehead visible for a moment until his expression relaxed and he answered simply, "John. You can call me John, Love."

"John," you tested the name in your mouth. Rolling it over your tongue like it was a fine wine and you realized then that it might as well have been. He was a tall glass of the top shelf, a collector's bottle that only got finer with age. John fit him so well you probably could have guessed it without needing to ask. "Nice to meet you John," you reached a hand up to the fingers that had stilled against your chest, lacing your fingers through them and looking up at the blue gaze you wanted to drown in with a smile playing on your lips.

There was a squeeze around your hand from him then, before he returned the easy smile, "Nice to meet you too. Maybe one day I'll get that name out of you, Marine." You shrugged against his chest and felt him rest his elbow along the back of the couch again, fingers still laced together. You both lapsed into easy silence then, watching the movie until the credits began to roll. He reached for the remote then, turning it off and sitting back against the leather again. Finally he spoke, "Can you answer me this Marine?" You tilted your head back, giving him your full attention before he asked, "Why are you so nervous? I mean before I kind of understood but after what we did in the truck it still feels like you're scared to be too close to me. Why?"

It took you a moment to consider the question, a small shrug of your shoulders your only response for a few moments until you lowered your gaze and finally said, "I mean I've never actually done this before so I guess I am kind of nervous."

The man behind you stiffened, and at first you didn't understand why until he asked, "You've never had sex before?"

Your eyes went wide and you sat up turning to look at him with a quick shake of your head, "No, no not that. I've had sex before, that's not what I meant." The tension that had found his shoulders relaxed then before you continued, "Well not exactly I guess. I mean like I've never done this," you gestured vaguely to the plates, then to him, and the TV. "Most people I've ever had sex with they finish and that's it, it doesn't matter to them what you want or need. Especially since I've never actually bottomed for anyone before, so I've gotta admit that was a bit of a surprise at first."

Before you could say anything more he stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Why didn't you say that? Bloody hell no wonder you were so fuckin-" He stopped himself and the hand on your shoulder moved up to cup your face. "I'm sorry, I would have been more considerate if I'd known. I should have asked you before, I just assumed and I'm sorry."

There was regret in those blue depths and you were quick to try to put them at ease, "No John, it's fine. It was amazing actually. It's not your fault I honestly didn't even think about it at the time. Hell it was kind of hard to, could barely think about what I was doing in the moment, certainly couldn't think about what I'd done in the past." You laughed a bit then, a hint of nervousness tainting the smile on your face that he could see written plainly.

The hand cupping your face pulled you closer, his eyes staring down at your lips, still swollen from your time in the truck though the redness had faded. "Amazing huh?" The nervous smile fell from your mouth and his gaze followed the movement. You swallowed dryly as you nodded out a yes and found yourself watching his mouth too, "That was nothing, Love, let me show you something though." You melted at his words as he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was different from the one you'd shared in the truck when he'd been driving into you with reckless abandon. This was softer, more consistent and less urgent. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he was going to take his sweet time this time around.

The scrambling hands and teasing tongue from last time were gone. The man in front of you had flipped some kind of switch and was running a marathon now rather than the blinding sprint you'd been at last time. The hand on your face drifted slowly down your side, wrapping around your back along with the other hand and pulling you closer. Urging you into his bare chest until you were lifting a leg to straddle him, taking a seat on his thighs as if he were your throne. Your arms wrapped around his neck, laying behind him on the back of the couch while his mouth worked to send shivers coursing through you. God the man wasn't doing anything but rubbing hands up and down your back and pressing gentle kisses to your lips and you were already more than willing for a third round. Hell if he had asked you right then you'd have told him you would go ten rounds with him if that's what he wanted. You'd have given John the world in that moment, you'd have given him anything if only he would ask.

Please just ask, 'Anything, I'll do anything, whatever you want. Please just-' Your silent prayer was answered as he pulled away from your lips, eyes ablaze as he watched you try to trail after him and only stopping when his forehead pressed against yours. "Let me take care of you tonight? I'll make it right this time."

The answer slipped out of your lips without even thinking about it, "Please, anything you want from me."

His head shook against you and he insisted then, "This isn't about me, Love. I want to take care of you like no one else ever has. Not for me but for you. Will you let me do that?"

This time you paused, forcing your mind to play the words over in your head before you gave him an answering nod. "Yes, John. I want you to take care of me." His eyes closed at your answer, obviously trying to reign some kind of reaction in before he smiled and his lips lifted to find yours again. It was achingly slow still, almost painfully so. When you rocked your hips against him in an attempt to put urgency into his actions he only lowered his hands to your hips and held you still. And when you finally felt his tongue teasing against your lips you nearly came apart then and there.

You felt a smile on his mouth, the prickly hairs of his beard irritating your own shorter stubble. He explored your mouth with care this time. Mapping each section like a cartographer, seemingly intent on memorizing everything. It was, in short terms, the greatest kiss you'd ever had. In longer terms it was the make-out session you dreamed of, the heat of bare skin pressed against each other, hands drifting slowly across scarred skin on both sides of the battlefield, taking careful stock of the way each muscle moved and where exactly it was like if they didn't it would change without them noticing. The world was reduced to just two people, the sounds of the night went silent, the ache that had been present in both of their bodies just minutes before had disappeared. It was only John and you, nothing else mattered and nothing else existed and for a flickering moment you wondered if you'd ever feel this again without him.

Movement barely even registered as his hands ran underneath your thighs, holding tight as he stood up. You pressed closer, refusing to let his mouth leave yours for fear it wouldn't return. You'd calmed your urgency at his silent request but you weren't willing to compromise on this front. You needed contact, you needed to feel him against you otherwise you knew the fire in your limbs would consume you whole. He seemed more than willing to accommodate though, never missing a beat as he headed down a hall. He stopped only for a moment to press your back into the wall, hips grinding into yours, friction you hadn't even realized you'd needed anymore making you moan into his open mouth.

So he held you there for a few minutes, your ankles locked around his waist while he forced you back into the wall, for the first time allowing the urgency back into his actions. Allowing you to feel the need that was mirrored in him too, it wasn't just you who was drunk on the feeling and the sensations coursing through every nerve ending. He was struggling to keep himself under control just as much as he was struggling to keep you at bay as well. Cold air slammed into the skin of your back, making you arc into his chest at the feeling. He hummed against your mouth, teeth grazing over your bottom lip as he turned into a room. A moment later you heard the creaking of wood beneath the weight of two men who were built to serve. John's knee pressed into the bed before he braced himself with a hand and laid your back against a soft comforter. Your legs were still wrapped around his hips, refusing to release him even when he broke away from your lips and trailed a line of gentle pecks down your jaw and neck and then running the length of your collarbone.

When he reached your shoulder he whispered against your burning skin, "Need you to let me go, Love." You shook your head, legs locking tighter around him and pulling his hips flush to yours, the both of you moaning at the friction of your needy rocking. He finally got himself back under control and whispered again, "Only for a moment. Just need to grab something for you, ok? I'm not going anywhere I promise." He pushed himself up then, looking down at you with the most sincere expression you'd ever seen. You relented, loosening your hold on him and watching him slide to the edge of the bed, rustling around in a drawer before finally he returned. Settling himself snugly between your thighs once again and picking up right where he left off, not even affording you the courtesy of seeing what it was he had even gotten.

All was forgotten the moment his mouth returned to the burning fire that was threatening to consume you. His lips were aloe for your need, for your body that was so starved for touch he was pulling you apart at the seams now with barely any effort. Your fingers held fast to his back, wanting him closer despite his chest already covering your own. There was no closer and yet it was all you could hear your drunken mind begging for.

Lips moved further down, pushing your arm up to kiss at a scar he'd found that ran from your bicep through your tricep and down to your lat. You'd thought the nerves dead long ago but the second his mouth worked along it, nipping, licking, and kissing they suddenly came back to life and cried for something more. You were putty in his expert hands and he was remaking you in whatever image he saw fit. His mouth trailing back up your side to kiss along the underside of your pectoral until you felt a warm tongue dragging flat across your nipple. "God!" You pressed closer to his mouth, feeling the smile on his lips and the burn of his beard. No one had ever done that to you before, but damn if that wasn't about to change.

John wouldn't let that stand for a second longer it seemed. His teeth nipped at the sensitive bud dragging another groan out of your open mouth. Sucking it into his mouth with a hum of delight at your quiet gasp. His teeth held it captive, tongue flicking across it till you were squirming beneath his touch. A hand that had been working to keep you from grinding your hips into his slid slowly up your other side, running calluses over your other nipple for a quick moment before continuing its journey up. The feel of it running along the delicate skin of your neck had you biting your lip to keep from begging. His mouth finally released your sensitive, now hardened, nipple from between his teeth and you felt the burning gaze traveling up your skin before he murmured against you, "You didn't tell me you were so sensitive. If I'd known I'd have had you squirming like this a lot sooner."

You glance down to catch sight of that burning gaze before answering back with a quick, "I didn't know. I-I-" You gasp when his mouth returns and cuts off your words. What had once been aloe was now gasoline, stoking the flames and sending burning flecks of ash into the air in great plumes. The hand cupping your neck was sliding up further, running across the stubble of your jaw before his thumb grazed your bottom lip. The rough pad of his finger making you ache for something much further down. You tilt your chin down and suck the thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling over the rough skin just as it had once swirled over the head of his cock. He was obviously remembering that moment cause he groaned into your flesh, mouth pulling off of you to watch your own work. Slowly pumping his thumb in and out of your lips, before he pulled it away and replaced it with two fingers instead. Sliding over the top of your tongue until they could reach no further, almost gagging on the long, thick digits as he slipped them between your wet lips, listening to the obscene sound of your mouth.

When his mouth moved to your other nipple you were blind sided. Chest pressing up into his mouth again as you whined into his fingers that were still pumping into your mouth steadily. His tongue teased and flicked, lips sucked and kissed, his teeth nipped and held you until you were aching for more. One hand no longer able to hold your grinding hips at bay as you rocked both of your hardened members together through your jeans. It wasn't until his mouth left that you realized he had been slowly sliding himself down your body. Kissing along as he went, tongue dipping into the valley of your abdominals before his lips found your navel and pressed a kiss over the top of it. His breath running over your happy trail and driving you insane. "Please John I need you, I-I can't wait anymore."

The man looked up at you, head tilting before he answered, "Yes you can Love. Trust me." And fuckin hell you did, how could you not? This was easily the best night you'd ever had, and undoubtedly it was the best sex you'd ever had. You finally managed a nod to which he smiled, his fingers working on your zipper and the button of your jeans, undoing the both of them while he continued laying soft kisses to your burning skin, once more soothing the fire there. His arms wrapped around to your back, lifting you just enough to slide the rough fabric over the swell of your ass before he slid down, pulling them off as he went. That was the first time you'd been fully unclothed in front of him all night, and he was drinking in the sight, near drowning in it. His finger ran along a scar across the top of your foot, small and barely noticeable among the others that littered your skin. "How'd you get this one Marine?"

You glanced down at it, thinking for a moment before you answered, "Stepped on a nail when I was a kid. Didn't have any shoes on. Thought my dad was gonna beat me to death after he got the bill for the tetanus shot and the emergency room visit." There was a smile on his face at the information before his eyes slid up, stopping at a scar on your knee. Even as he pressed his fingers against it, it stayed numb. You doubted anything would ever bring those nerves back to life. When you saw the question in his eyes you explained it as well, "Me and my brother were playing baseball in the yard. Slid on a patch of, they're called sweet gumballs, tore my knee to shreds. I think I was eight then, maybe nine. Even hit the concrete on the driveway on that one." You stopped and smiled at the memory before you added with a hint of pride in your voice, "Got the ball though." He chuckled a bit and nodded, sliding his hands up your thighs to run fingernails over the puffy scar along your hip. "That was a bullet on my second tour, Afghanistan. Thought it shot my dick off at first, my squad had to assure me it was in fact still there."

There was a genuine laugh then, his shoulders bouncing a bit at the movement as he shook his head and glanced down at the throbbing length in question and nodding slowly, "Looks like it's there to me yeah." His fingers grazed over the hot flesh, watching it jump at the sensation with a smirk. It felt like it took hours for him to finally reach forward and run the rough pads of his fingertips over the sensitive skin. You let out a loud moan at it, bucking up into his hands with desire that for a moment had been quelled but now was returning with a vengeance. Eyes shut tight, head tilted back, and hips arcing up into his touch you were oblivious as he leaned down.

At least until you felt the warm tongue slide up your length, tasting the sweat that was coating your skin and the precum that had been leaking all over your member. Your fingers flew to his head, trying desperately to get a hold of his cropped hair but finding nothing there to actually hold on to. It was infuriating, and the way his tongue teased the head of your weeping cock was almost cruel. Your mouth was opened and begging before you even knew you were going to do it. "God please, John. I'm so close already, I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please let me-" He cut off your strangled pleads as his mouth slipped over the head and down the shaft. Taking all of you in so quickly you nearly came apart there. You felt his throat tightening around you, your hips bucking up into his open mouth before his hands were moving up to your chest. One stopping to play with your still hardened nipples and the other continuing on to slide past your lips. Letting you suck and choke on the digits as you saw fit. He was humming around your length, sending shocks over it that had your hands shaking on top of his head and fingers clawing for purchase.

When his fingers slipped out of your mouth you couldn't stop the moans that clawed up your throat as his head bobbed along your length. His tongue was sliding across every vein it could reach, catching along the ridge every time he was pulling off. It was sinful the way this man could make you feel and you'd only known him for a few hours now. His fingers still flicked across the sensitive buds when you felt him dragging a finger along your entrance. Saliva trailed along the tight ring of muscle. You tensed as his finger tried to slide in, his mouth pulling off as he looked down. Blue eyes glanced up to your pleasure filled face, red and glistening with sweat. "You've gotta relax, Marine, I've got you, let me take care of you." You nodded but even as you did you couldn't relax your body, every nerve ending on fire and almost every muscle twitching in anticipation.

You were far past overstimulated at this point, you were absolutely helpless beneath him and writhing in hopes he'd have mercy on you. His fingers that were tweaking the sensitive bud stopped, your eyes shutting tight and a quiet sob pulling out of your mouth. "Hey," his now free hand reached up, running along the bone of your cheek in an attempt to soothe. "Do you want me to stop, Love?"

Your head shook desperately, "No, no please don't." You pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking down where his fingers were just out of reach, their warmth still radiating against your skin. Sitting up all the way you pulled his face down towards yours, mouths an inch away. "Don't stop now, don't ever stop."

He smiled, baiting you closer before his lips pulled back again and he whispered, "Get on your stomach then, Marine." John held firm then as you pressed closer, stealing a kiss from his perfectly shaped lips. Rocking against the erection you could feel held at bay only by a couple layers of fabric.

When you finally pulled away he was still smiling, watching every move you made and you got the uncanny feeling you were being hunted. A feeling you weren't used to, the predator didn't often become the prey, but John was making you more than willing to step outside your usual comfort zone. Your mouth was dry as you stared down the lion before you, until you slid back along the bed and rolled over. The anxiety of having that burning stare along your back was almost too much as you glanced back over your shoulder. Before you could find him though a hand grabbed the back of your head, stopping you from looking at whatever he was doing. "I'll take care of you, Love, trust me."

There was that request again, trust him. You couldn't help but oblige as you nodded and slowly his fingers released you. Forearms crossing in front of you as you lay your forehead down to rest on them, awaiting whatever he had in store for you. You felt his hands run across the muscles of your back. His hands skimmed over your skin with some kind of oil letting even his calloused fingers glide smoothly over you. He kneaded at the tension in your back, thumbs pressing into the knotted muscles. All the anticipation he'd wound into the fiber of your being was melting away under his fingertips.

At least until you felt the prickly hairs of his beard scratching across the skin of your glutes and then his lips that always followed to soothe the burn. He swapped to the other cheek as he settled between your thighs, chest pressing down into the bed while you felt his elbows on either side of your hips. Oh fuck. Just as you realized what exactly he was doing, his tongue ran over your tight hole. The tension came back in an instant but he was even quicker. His tongue dipped inside as you clenched around him and moaned at the feeling, "Oh God."

You felt him hum before he slipped out, answering quickly, "No Love just me," before he returned to the work you were fairly certain he was born to do. God had given him a talent and he seemed hell bent on showing you just how well he could use it.

In seconds he had you pressing backwards, ass lifting into the air. He followed without complaint, hands holding on to you while you writhed beneath his tongue. Quickly becoming a moaning mess of a man. It didn't take but a few more minutes before you were reaching back, needing something to hold on to with the headboard and sides of the bed out of reach. Something, anything, you needed something solid to keep you sane and grounded in the present so you didn't float away on cloud nine. He answered the silent request, you were too busy moaning into the comforter to verbalize it, as he pulled a hand off your hip and laced his fingers through yours.

A minute later his other hand released your hip, you certainly weren't going anywhere with one hand holding his, the other running through your own hair while your face pressed into the bed to quiet the moans, gasps, and groans you couldn't seem to hold at bay anymore. You didn't feel it again until he had a freshly lubed hand wrapped around your aching cock, giving it a firm squeeze before running the length of it. "John, John, John," it was all you could manage, a mantra you knew you would never forget. He was devouring your very soul, you were convinced. If this man had been the devil incarnate you would have happily strolled into Hell without a second thought.

Your arm shifted, pushing yourself up so you could gaze down the length of your abdomen. Watching the hungry man behind you, his beard was scratching against the expanse of your skin every time you saw his chin move. Spit dripped down to where he was working your length with fervor, adding to the mix of lube and precum along your shaft. You were so close, you could feel all the pressure at the base of your cock just aching to be released, holding back for a reason you didn’t even know. The man positioned behind you though, he could read everything about you without even needing to see your face. His mouth pulled away for only a quick moment before he growled out, “Cum for me Marine. It’s ok, go ahead.”

And you were tipping over the edge for the third time that night, entire body tensing and hips bucking forward into his slick palm. You muffled the moan with the bed, hiding your face in the comforter as you gasped into the plush material. His hand squeezed yours, reminding you that he was there while his other hand continued stroking along your length, milking everything out of you that he could. When you had given everything you could to him his hand finally left your quickly softening member, grabbing at your hip just as your muscles finally went limp. He held you up with one hand until his other hand freed itself from your tight grip to guide you to lay on your side so you didn’t collapse into your own release.

His footsteps were quiet against the hardwood floors, or maybe that was just because your ears were ringing so loud it covered the noise. Truly you couldn’t care less, too exhausted from your third orgasm of the night and wanting only to chase the sleep that was doing its best to elude you. When you felt his warmth nearing again you opened tired eyes to watch him lean over you, wiping at the thick white streaks on the dark comforter and cleaning it off as best he could with a rag. You watched quietly, too tired to speak and it seemed he was content with letting you lay there as well, for now at least. He disappeared from your field of view, moving around behind you. So, you rolled over, body shifting slowly across the sheets until you were on your back, looking at his still half-clothed body as he laid the rag on the nightstand along with the bottle of lube he had used.

Blue eyes found your exhausted face, watching as you put on a lazy smile, grinning like a cat up at him. John smirked at the expression, squatting beside the bed as you rolled over to meet him, “I’m surprised you’re still awake Marine.”

You rolled your shoulders, eyes shutting before you managed to croak out with a dry voice, “Never out of the fight.” You opened your eyes again to see a curious expression on his face, not even realizing what you’d said. He didn’t press though, merely standing up and disappearing from view again. Footsteps echoed down the hall, your eyes shutting again as exhaustion tried to claim you once more. And for a few sweet moments it did, you didn’t even remember the other man coming back into the room, not until you felt the bed shift behind you and strong arms were wrapping around your limp frame.

He pulled you with ease up the bed, until your back was flush with his firm chest. His clothes were stripped off, naked behind you and part of you ached to see him in his full glory standing in front of you. John had other plans though, your unfinished bottle of water from earlier in his hand as he lifted it to your lips. His breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “Drink.” You obeyed, lips pressing to the mouth of the bottle as he tilted it up letting you drink a few sips before he sat it down on the nightstand beside y'all.

As he shifted behind you, your hips rolled back into him, seeking more of the pleasant warmth that radiated off of him. He was still rock hard, for some reason you had just assumed he had found his release as well. Your brows furrowed and your eyes opened, sleep refusing to accept you into its arms now as you turned your head and looked up into the ocean of blue. “You didn’t finish?” The man glanced down the length of your front as if just realizing it himself before he simply shrugged.

“Guess not,” his deep voice answered simply, blue eyes still taking in your form lazily.

You reached for him but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you, his head shaking slowly. “John I’m not gonna just let you sit there like that. Let me help you.”

A hint of a smile had his beard and mustache twitching as he returned your hand to your thigh, covering the back of it with his own and rubbing circles against your skin with his thumb. Again his head shook, “I’m fine right now. I’d rather just look at you to be quite honest.” Your mind went blank, tongue flicking out to wet your dry, chapped lips. It took several seconds before he finally said, “Besides I’m not done with you yet anyway. Just giving you a chance to rest, Love.” He felt you tense in front of him, his lips pressing to the space just behind your ear, “I told you in the truck Marine. I’m gonna fuckin ruin you.”

You didn’t think it possible as heat flooded your veins again, feeling a small twitch in your still soft member. “Fuck John, I don’t think I can go again. I’m so damn tired,” he pressed another kiss behind your ear on the other side. Warmth was radiating into you from him, only adding fire to the flame currently being stoked from the embers of your last climax. You tilted your head, giving him more skin to mark and kiss like a madman. “How in the hell do you even do that? I was going to sleep not even five minutes ago.”

Lips smiled against your skin, his breath licking over your sweat slicked flesh as if he was the wildfire in your limbs, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just making sure you’re satisfied.” Fingers massaged against your thighs, relaxing you back into his chest. “Making sure you’re sated,” his breath ran over a wet patch of your neck where he’d just finish sucking another mark into your skin. His fingers moved up to press into your stomach, pulling you back against his rock hard erection. “Making sure you never forget me,” he whispered against your ear and when you grinded back against him you felt his cock jump against the small of your back. He’d already been inside you once but you honestly weren’t sure if you could fit around him again.

Fingers tweaked your nipple, dragging your attention to where his chin was resting on your shoulder. Your own semi was starting to stand at attention again, and honestly you weren’t sure how but damnit if he thought he could get you to another mind blowing orgasm who were you to disagree. Apparently he knew you better than even you knew yourself so fuck it, you’d let him do whatever the hell he wanted. His eyes watched hungrily as you reacted to every shift of his hips, every touch of his fingers against your overstimulated skin, and every time his beard scraped against your bare shoulder.

He stopped for just a moment, leaning over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube he’d set down earlier. You watched as he slicked his fingers with it, glancing at his lust filled eyes before he settled back behind you. He pressed a hand against the inside of your thigh, pushing them apart and watching as his finger teased against your entrance. Lips pressed against your neck as he slid one inside. Your body was so exhausted, you had no idea where the energy to move came from but your heels pressed hard into the bed, lifting your hips so he could press further inside you. His thighs slid beneath yours before you could sit back on the bed, keeping you up as he slowly worked his finger inside of you.

Your teeth sucked in your bottom lip, a hum rumbling in your throat. John’s freehand was running over every inch of skin he could reach, the calluses catching on the short hairs around your stomach. Almost as soon as you were comfortable with one thick finger he pressed another inside of you. “Shite,” the voice behind you rumbled when you clenched down around him. His knees held yours apart, refusing to let you lay back down against the soft sheets. Instead he kept you pressed hard against his chest, rocking back into his engorged erection that you knew had to be aching for attention. His fingers scissored inside you, stretching you, readying you, and had you not already been fucked out three times you knew you would have climaxed already. Especially when he was curling those thick digits into the bundle of nerves that were driving shocks of pleasure through your now hardened and leaking member.

When he pulled out you tilted your face to press your mouth against his neck, whining into the rapid pulse you could feel throbbing just below the skin. “Hold on Love,” he muttered, grabbing the bottle again before he spread the slick liquid over his shaft. You pressed back against the hand working himself, his erection pressing between your ass cheeks and drawing out a needy groan from the other man. “Still so needy and I’ve already had you cumming three times?” He grinded up to meet the roll of your hips drawing out another whine from you against his glistening neck. “This is a marathon Marine, not a sprint.” His hand drug the blunt tip of his cock across your entrance, both slicked by copious amounts of lube. Pressing hard against the tight ring of muscle he growled into your ear, “Gonna make you cum so hard you never stop thinking about me.”

He slid the tip inside, your eyes jumping open to look down at his cock slowly disappearing inside your stretched hole. Inch by inch it filled you, pressing against every dark corner and causing your mouth to fall open in a strangled cry. Quiet gasps escaping your lips. It wasn’t until he was fully seated inside you and grinding his hips into yours that you groaned, feeling his mouth near the back of your neck. He was panting already too, the prickly hairs setting your skin alight. Fuck he felt so good inside you when his hands lifted you off his lap, your own limbs refusing to cooperate anymore.

Your legs were spread, draped over either side of his thighs, head leaning back against his shoulder. He was holding you up, his thrusts slow but every time he bottomed out his hips would grind up against you. You were panting quiet praises into the air that you weren’t sure were actually even English anymore, every word felt foreign in your mouth. This man had broken you down so completely you weren’t even sure you knew which way was up and which was down anymore.

Lips groaned next to your ear, words spilling out that you weren’t sure he could have stopped even if he’d wanted to. “”M Love, so tight. So bloody perfect,” a high moan was driven out of you when he slammed his hips up to meet yours, “‘M sorry, need to hear you. Don’t stop making those sexy little noises.” He finally let you down as his hips returned to the bed, sitting impaled on his cock. You rolled your hips, burning the last of your energy just to hear him moan out the moniker he’d been using for you. "Oh fuck Marine. Never getting tired of this. I'll fuck you like this every night, I'll turn you into a limp little mess whenever you ask me to."

He rolled then, laying you down on your side right in front of him. His hand grabbing your thigh to drape it over his raised knee, one hand holding tight to the muscle there. He slid his other forearm underneath your neck, the fingers wrapping around your throat with a gentle squeeze. His face was just inches above yours, sweat gathering at the tip of his nose before his mouth dove to find yours. Lips glided against your own, tongue re-discovering the corners of your mouth. All the while he was pulling out far enough that only the head of his thick member was left inside of you before pressing hard back into your deepest depths.

It was an achingly slow pace, nothing like the first time when you both had only been chasing a much needed high. This was simply enjoying the feel of one another, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly. Sweat slicked skin having you slipping against one another. There was no urgency though, no desperate slapping of skin on skin. He was driving into you, bottoming out on every thrust and grinding against you to emphasize each and every one.

Neither of you realized it yet but he was rewiring you, just as you were doing the same to him. A one night stand that had developed so far past that already with the time you’d spent together. There was a need that was being seeded in both of your minds, taking root and sprouting with every word of praise, every moan, and every time he hit that bundle of nerves deep inside you.

Tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks, your mind flooding with so much euphoria you weren’t sure how to even deal with it anymore. Both of your mouth’s relented then, John speaking first, “Bloody hell Love, I’m so close. Need you to cum for me. Can you do that?” Your head was nestled in the crook of his elbow now, desperately nodding until you remembered the last time you’d fail to answer with your words. "Cum for me, Love, let me see that gorgeous face you make every," he impaled you with a hard thrust, his cock running over the place that was turning your vision into sparks. Every word now was accentuated with a slide along those desperate and delicate nerves as he continued, "Single. Time. You. Come. Apart."

You panted into the air then, tears spilling from your eyes. One hand was wrapped behind you, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass while the other had tangled into the sheets so hard you were sure you heard it ripping. Your voice was yelling out a desperate answer for him now, “Yes, ‘M- Gonna, I-I’m-'' It hit you like a tidal wave. Not even a hand near your weeping cock as ropes of white painted the dark comforter you were both lying on. Your entire body clenched around him, stiffening as your cock throbbed with the orgasm flooding through you.

His forehead fell down against your exposed neck, quiet moans flitting out across the sensitive skin as he pressed deep inside you and pulled you back with the hand that had been on your thigh. He came hard, and you could feel every single spray of it against your walls. Both of your chests were heaving, John’s forearm pulling you back flush against his body where it had wrapped around your torso. His knee finally fell, your own leg laying draped over his still. Unable to gather the energy to move yourself you were completely at the Brit’s mercy, shocks still rocking through your softening member until you had been milked completely dry of everything you had.

The man behind you didn’t move for a long time, his cock still inside you, plugging his release even though you could feel some of it already dripping out of you. The both of you were well and truly fucked out, nothing left to give and unable to move. At least not for a while anyway. When he finally did move behind you, pulling out slowly and earning a whimper from your mouth, his voice rumbled out, “I’m sorry, Love.” His words were slurred with exhaustion but apparently he was better off than you were. Hell you couldn’t even manage a single word and he was piecing together whole sentences.

He leaned back, his hand knocking something off the nightstand that he didn’t bother to pick up. When he rolled back over his fingers slipped into your hair, running over the locks and smoothing them back and off your forehead. He was trying to distract you and when you felt the damp rag pressing against your sore entrance you immediately knew why. Gentle fingers cleaned you up, his lips pressed against your sweaty hair and shushing your quiet whines until he had finally cleaned up the mess he’d made between your cheeks.

The rag ran over the mess you’d made as well, wiping it up before he tossed it back onto the nightstand, too tired to bother with it anymore. John pulled the comforter and sheets down as far as he could with you still laying on top of them, a boneless form incapable of even pushing yourself up to help him. He didn’t seem to mind though, just quietly arranging your limbs one at a time underneath the warmth of the covers and settling in behind you. An arm wrapped around your torso, the other underneath your head. You were asleep in a matter of seconds after that, every limb suffering under the weight of exhaustion.

You don't know what woke you, no sun filtered in through the windows, the streets outside were quiet, and no animals made so much as a peep and yet somehow your eyes still opened to the moonlit room. Exhaustion still flooded every limb, shoulders sagging, eyelids aching to close again but your internal alarm clock was going off, sunrise was near so it was time to wake up. You always woke up at the same time every day, whether you were technically supposed to be off or not didn't matter, it was a pattern ingrained in you since BUD/S. Well truly it was there well before that but that was when your easy to sleep and easy to rise had benefited you the most, accompanied by an internal clock that was so finely tuned you were rarely ever late for anything. A deep yawn racked your body, muscles tensing in the most subtle stretch you could manage so you didn't wake John.

The man behind you was still out cold, neither of you even having moved in the middle of the night. When you shifted forward you had to cover your mouth with a hand to muffle the whine, an ache from the night before reaching deep inside you. Damn you had felt like a god in the moment when he'd grinded and pulled you back to meet him, it had been unlike anything you'd ever felt. Now though every corner he had reached felt more like a curse, almost like he'd bruised you on every inch of skin he'd touched and when you looked down you noticed several on the outside, it only made sense that they were mirrored inside as well. Maybe it was because of how many times you had reached the finish line, you honestly weren't sure. You'd never had someone fuck you literally all night before. It had probably only been an hour or two since you'd fallen asleep. You had never let anyone inside of you before either, so all of this, all of these feelings and aches, were new territory to you. Maybe this was how it always felt when you bottomed for someone, unable to stifle the ache that sat deep and every muscle seeming to ache from overuse. Something in you doubted it though, convincing you that this feeling was unique to the man who had given it to you. To John.

There was a smile that pulled at your mouth then, mind wanting you to find out and test the waters. He was so warm, pressed flush against your back, his body draped over you with a frame that wasn't much bigger than your own but somehow still made even you feel small. When you moved again you could feel his naked length run across your skin, every inch of him bare and warm and igniting the once dead fire in your limbs. How in the hell did he do that? Making you so ready to go again even when your body and mind both knew that they needed to take a break, to rest after the night before. The man wasn't even awake for godsakes, he wasn't moving, he wasn't talking, hell you couldn’t hear not even the slightest snore from him. A thought crossed your mind, seeing yourself rolling over, waking him with a mouth around his length and a smile on your face. Now that was certainly a thought, and damn if you didn't want to try it. Slowly you pulled his arm off of your torso, glancing back cautiously with every movement and being careful not to wake him until you were ready.

Just as you had extricated yourself from his grasp a buzz came from the floor. A few short beeps and then three longer ones followed by another three short. Fuck. You turned away from the naked man behind you still wrapped in the sheets and scrambled for your jeans. Searching the pockets quickly you pulled out the phone just before the call could end and answered. You pressed the speaker to your ear and slipped out of the room on deadly quiet feet before croaking out a quiet, "Hello?" Damn if your throat wasn't aching too, voice a mess after the night before. He'd certainly used every bit of you.

You leaned against the wall as the distorted caller on the other end answered, "New assignment. Be at the North Tower in thirty minutes for your mission brief."

They went quiet as did you, dread building in your stomach as you asked, "I'm leaving the UK? For good?"

"Affirmative, you're being reassigned. Hope you've got your summer gear Speck, your new post is gonna be hot as Hell." Your head tilted back against the wall, eyes shutting tight at the information. There it was, the second he'd found something worth sticking around for at least for a bit and they were pulling him out of the country to go suffer in a war zone that not even your country was willing to fight for. Typical.

Finally you answered, "I'll be there, sir. Packing up now, be there in thirty." You ended the call, hand lowering with the phone still in it, the other lifting to your brow as you tried to rub away a headache that was just starting. When you finally pushed yourself off the wall and went back to the room John was still dead to the world, body positioned just like you had left it. Part of you wanted to wake him then, tell him you had to leave and offer him your number at least but what was the point? You were never coming back here, serves you fuckin right though. Never should have come here with him in the first place, at least then you wouldn't know what you had and would be missing. You always knew it would happen eventually and you were hitting the three month mark already of your easy post in the UK.

So instead of disturbing his peaceful slumber you grabbed your jeans and underwear off the floor pulling them on quietly. Then you grabbed your socks and boots, heading down the hall to the living room where you pulled them on with a lump in your throat. You grabbed the shirt off the ground near the garage door, flipping it inside out so the tell tale sign of a good night wasn't on display to the world. Calling a cab you stood by the front door quietly, arms crossed and fingers tapping against your bicep nervously. There was a table right beside the door, a bowl of miscellaneous objects sitting on top including a pen and some sticky notes. Your eyes flicked back down the hall, some twisted part of you wishing he had woken up before now but no he still wasn't there. So you grabbed the pen, jotting down a few quick words and left the best night of your life behind forever, knowing you'd never find anything like it again.

------- (Price POV)

Light began to filter into the room from the blinds turning the darkness behind his eyelids into a hue of orange. At first he laid in the content state between sleep and wakefulness. It was the first time he'd been fully satisfied and sated in he wasn't even sure how long. It wasn't until he noticed that the reason for his contentment was no longer there that his eyes finally opened to take in the view.

He expected to see you, laying maybe out of his arms now but still there at least. You were not. Instead he found only an empty space in front of him. Hand running over the space where he'd tucked you in against his chest last night. Well more like a couple hours ago really. The void you'd left in his bed was still warm, so you were still here then. But when he listened everything was strangely quiet. No hint of noise vibrated the air, no creaking floorboards or the voices from the TV.

Brunette brows furrowed before he pushed himself up in the bed. Groaning at the soreness of his muscles, so that had been real then, not just his dreams or imagination like he'd begun to fear. He slid to the side, standing up from the edge of the bed and stepping into the bathroom with a soft and questioning, "Marine?" No answer and no sign of you, and that was what worried him.

John stepped back into the bedroom, eyes looking across the empty floor as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, that was when he felt his stomach drop. Your jeans were gone which could have been explained by you just not wanting to wall around his house naked. But when he noticed your boots and socks were gone too he swallowed hard. The front door creaked on its hinges, just barely audible down the hall but it was audible. He turned the corner into the hall when he heard it shut, taking the long dark passageway back to the living room. Blue eyes looked around nervously, "Marine?" His voice was louder this time, almost begging for an answer before his eyes found the front door. A sticky note was pressed onto the door and he pulled it off quickly reading the hastily scrawled out note:

"I hate to do this to you and I'm sorry for it because you deserve better, but duty calls and I've gotta answer. Thank you for the great night John, you've made a lot of things worth it."

That was it? That was all he got? He flipped the post-it over staring at the beginning of the note you'd left him and then to the other side where it ended. He heard the engine of a car outside and fumbled with the door handle, jerking it open to watch a cab cruising off. You didn’t even look up and you certainly didn't look at him. Part of him was glad you didn't so you couldn't see the dismay written on his face, the momentary weakness. The other part wished you could have seen him standing there, silently pleading for you to come back, to change your mind and forget about whatever he had done to scare you off.

What had he done to scare you off though. You'd been content in his arms the night before, asleep the second he'd wrapped himself around you. You had been eager and willing with everything he'd done as you had quite literally begged him to never stop. And yet there you went, riding off in a cab for somewhere he wouldn't be able to follow. If you'd needed a ride why hadn't you just woken him up, he had driven you to his home and he'd done so with every intention of helping you get back to wherever you wanted this morning.

He stood there for a long time, too long in reality. It was a one night stand, or at least it had been for you it seemed, for John it had been a chance at more, a hook to keep you reeled in. He felt used and a little voice in his mind told him he shouldn't have expected much more. John never invited people over to his home, that was his safe place away from everything else, and he certainly didn't have one night stands with strangers. The man rarely managed to open himself up enough to sleep with anyone nowadays even when he was in a relationship though those were few and far between nowadays. Things like that made him vulnerable, and that kind of vulnerability affected his decisions both in the field and out of it. People got killed when he opened himself up, but for just a moment he'd thought he could risk it just for a chance to see your teary eyes roll back in your head as he took you apart piece by piece every night.

Time was lost with how long he stood there in his doorway staring down the empty road after a cab that had already disappeared. It was long enough for his neighbor next door to leave for work, casting him weird looks as he walked out to his car in the driveway. He'd probably heard the two of you in the garage last night, he often complained about the loud echo from the radio he kept on in there when John was working on some kind of project. Apparently his bedroom was close enough that anything happening in there was almost like he was on the other side of a thin apartment wall.

Finally though he shut the door slowly, turning the lock and taking a couple steps back, staring blankly at the door. His eyes cast down to the sticky note in his hand, you hadn't even given him your name. His eyes were a blank stare but his mind ran through countless things, remembering every word you'd said to him the night before. He'd expected to have more time this morning to talk but you hadn't even given him the opportunity. What could he have possibly done to scare you off like that? Had he said something in his sleep? Done something he didn't remember? Oh God what if he'd had a night terror and hurt you and not even remembered it?

His stomach dropped at the thought, at even the mere possibility he could have caused you pain. But then there was the note, he looked back down at it, glaring hard at the words written there. "I hate to do this to you and I'm sorry for it because you deserve better, but duty calls and I've gotta answer. Thank you for the great night John, you've made a lot of things worth it." You had basically said right there that this was your decision, and you'd done it even though you knew it was wrong. What the hell did, "You've made a lot of things worth it," even mean?

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