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I'm so wild for this man-

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I really am a slut for him...

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Drowning In The Depths

Yall wanted it, so here ya go. Fulfilling my poll duties

Part 4

Pairing: Price x Male!Reader

WC: 20.7k

Synopsis: Interrogation done. Time to meet the team, make him jealous, be a thot, be an idiot, refuse to elaborate, leave, take your punishment like a man

Warnings: NSFW 18+, I promise it's there, it's just at the end. Daddy Price taking what's his down there

"Here," the young Brit held out your duffel bag to you. Taking it you give him a questioning look wondering where he'd even gotten it which prompted him to glance at Soap and Ghost over by a table. "They grabbed it from your apartment," you shot a look at the two, watching as Ghost grabbed the barrel from the disassembled sniper rifle out of the other man's hand with a shake of his head. Soap in turn just grabbed another piece of the gun until Ghost finally redirected his attention to something on the screen before rearranging the pieces how he wanted them.

It was humorous to watch the two as you changed into a t-shirt and a pair of thicker pants this time. They seemed so far from similar but in a way that drew them together endearingly. Ghost distracted him so easily with something else to avoid the Scotsman tearing apart the careful puzzle of the gun he had disassembled earlier. He made sure to turn around and arrange it just perfectly where it went according to his obsessive mind. Even doing it quick enough that when the Scotsman turned back to say something else Ghost was already right behind him, nodding along as if he’d been there the whole time.

Returning your attention to Gaz you threw the bag under the desk still occupied by Cerberus who was watching Gaz cautiously while you changed. Well to be specific they were both staring at one another with the skepticism of well known rivals. The two seemed overtly distrustful of one another in a way that made even you uncomfortable. It was a bad precedent to set, bad blood couldn't be allowed to fester otherwise it might make Cerberus more inclined to be distrustful of even more strangers in the future. Certainly not something you were about to let happen. Especially if you were strapping with their team over the border into a more than dangerous area that could explode at any moment.

Before Gaz could make a run for it, from Cerberus, you cleared your throat and drew his eyes to you instead of the dog, "I'm sorry he went after you." True or not it didn't matter, you were still kind of annoyed that he hit you over the head but at the same time Cerberus had gotten your share. The past was the past, live in your three foot world and control what you could right now. And right now you could control their relationship moving forward, "If it's alright with you I'd like to get him a little more acquainted with the team, starting with you. If he's not having to decide whether your scent is friendly or not he won't be distracted, could keep us from getting blown sky high." 

The Brit pursed his lips and took half a step back not quite sure he wanted to be a part of this, which you had to be honest was fair enough. You could see the look in his eyes, he was about to refuse and before he could outright say no you felt a warm presence at your back. The voice that made you tense sounded right beside your ear as he said, "I'll go first then, Speck." John came around your side, a hand sliding across the small of your back and nearly drawing out a plea for more from you before his sharp look froze your mouth and vocal cords. He was standing between you and Gaz now, blocking the other man's sight of your flustered look.

A quick swallow had you glancing between Cerberus and John trying to reign in the thoughts that were running wild in your mind. He was officially getting to you, and you'd been able to deny it until the moment that he put that large, warm hand in a place he never should have. God you were losing yourself to the possibility, the desire for more. If it weren't for the men in this room and that fact you'd just gotten yourself stitched up you'd shove him onto the nearest desk and be done with all these pent up frustrations. But you couldn't, please God give you the strength not to tear him apart. A damn tease is what he was being now, and one with the ability to back it up. Please back it up.

No, damnit you are a professional with the ability to focus and not some horny fifteen year old who's about to lose his virginity. Chill the fuck out and answer with words not a damn look, "Uh yeah, that's fine. Perfect actually." Your eyes shot down at the dog before you finally managed to remember the command, "Achtung." The intense chocolate gaze shot to you immediately, alert and ready for whatever you had to say next. You turned your gaze back to the Captain and held out your hand, "Alright lemme see your hand then." Another near refusal, hesitation obvious in his eyes. He'd been completely ok with the idea of touching the dog, but the act of touching you when he wasn't the instigator was a completely different story. "Come on, Cap I ain't got all day. You wanted to go first so let's go," Gaz beside him was smirking now and when you all noticed Soap and Ghost's quietness the man sighed and dropped his palm onto yours.

His face began to redden as you flipped his hand over with a smirk, facing his palm up to the ceiling. If he was so worried about embarrassing himself should have just asked instead of assuming. You were finally getting your payback for when he had Ghost search your pockets instead of him. And you had every intention of this being only the beginning. Guiding his hand closer to Cerberus's nose you turned your attention to the dog and said, "Duft." The Dutchie pushed his wet nose into the man's palm taking quick, short breaths. You let your own hand drop away from Price's then, watching Cerberus lick at the callused palm as he familiarized himself with the new scent. The new friend you were providing him with.

Cerberus lifted his head a bit and then laid his jaw onto John's palm, looking up at the tall brunette with eyes that could melt glacial ice. You leaned up to the Brit's ear and whispered low, breath sliding across the shell of his ear, "Tell him 'Pfote'." Blue hues flicked to you, catching a heat there different from the anger you'd been subjected to since you'd first seen him again. Oh yeah, there was that look you were trying to find. The beginning of his undoing if you played your cards right. Two could play at this game of teasing John, your move Brit.

John didn't give anyone else the time to see his momentary weakness though before he turned those blue depths down to Cerberus and said gruffly, "Pfote." Cerberus pushed himself up to sit in front of the tall man before he lifted a paw and dropped into Price's palm.

You smiled at the dog before running your hand over his head and muttering a quick, "Braver Hund!" That had his tail sweeping over the desk with such rapidity you were sure he was about to cause a tornado with it. When you turned your gaze back around John was halfway across the room with his back to you as he looked down at something he'd been fiddling with earlier. For all intents and purposes he was removed from your reach once again, and this time at his own discretion rather than yours.

There was a part of you that longed to have told that piece of shit on the phone to go to hell eight months ago. Maybe if you'd stuck around, if you hadn't been forced to go flying halfway across the world you might have been able to find some happiness there. That would have been nice, that's for sure. Even if you'd lost your job, your livelihood, part of you felt like he might have been worth it. That those heated looks, his ability to always know exactly what to say, and the outstanding way he knew how to use every bit of you, all of that might have just been worth it.

Your gaze turned back to the dog, not wanting to let yourself linger too much for fear the others would see if they hadn't already. A shy voice in front of you that you hadn't heard yet caught your attention, "Hallo." Shock took hold of you as your eyes ran up the hooded man in front of you. Good God where did they get this one from!? "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" His question was lost on you for the most part, and not only because you were so taken aback by the giant's sudden appearance.

There were many languages you were fluent in and had basic knowledge of, but most Latin based languages were lost on you save for Spanish. Just as most Germanic languages fell into that same category, all except for your native English tongue. You'd only realized your proficiency with languages when learning Spanish in high school as is required. The Navy had only provided you with the resources and necessity to further that knowledge and proficiency.

Uncomfortable silence had the tall man taking a step back slowly, slipping back into the shadows of the unlit sections of the room like he was about to bolt. How hadn't you noticed him before now? The shadows didn't really hide him that well and you were certain you hadn't been that distracted by John. Especially not to have noticed the young, ginger man behind the taller one as well. "Sorry I don't know what you said, do ya speak English?"

Even under the hood you could see that big head tilt and you worried for a moment you'd already made a faux-pas without even realizing it. Being social was so difficult when you usually only had to worry about your tone of voice rather than the words you were saying. Cerberus typically couldn't give two shits about what exactly was coming out of your mouth so long as you didn't sound upset. The small ginger man behind the tall one finally alleviated your worry with an easy smile and a quick, "He does yeah. He was just wondering if ye spoke German." You caught a comforting touch from the smaller man that was so subtle you nearly missed it, but it was there.

Huh, another Scot. So the tally now was three Brits, two Scots, and a German. You eyed the rest of the building carefully again, or what you could see of it anyway from your spot in this one room. No one else, so you weren't missing these men, you weren't that cenile yet. They were, in fact, just coming out of the walls then like carpenter bees drilling through the wood of your shed. Good to know. "I'm Watcher, by the way. I handle all the tech stuff, and I love yer dog. He's a beauty," the ginger stepped closer, but stopped with an unsure look towards you as if waiting for your permission to meet Cerberus. Probably a good idea if you were being honest.

The little Scotsman spoke so easily to you, it was kind of laughable how nonchalant he was about both you and the dog. Especially compared to everyone else's reaction. Then again you hadn't tried to shoot, scare, maim, or sleep with either of these two new guys so that might have helped the ease with which they approached you. When you held out a hand the young man readily put his into yours, excitement lighting up his face at the idea of finally getting to meet the dog. "Cerberus," chocolate hues focused on you before you issued the command just like before, "Duft." His nose inched closer sniffing until he was pressing into Watcher's palm and licking at his lithe fingers.

The young man was positively giddy at the sight, "Can I pet him? Christ," his r seemed to roll on forever, "Please tell me I can pet him." You gave a quick nod in answer watching the young man's other hand slide immediately over the Dutchie's big, black head. Scratching behind his ears, down his neck, and into the thick fur between his shoulder blades. When Cerberus' nose tilted up from the young man's hand and you watched the long, pink tongue dive out for Watcher's chin you half expected him to retreat from him. Instead he merely lifted his face a bit before shaking his head and whispering, "Nein." Then he placed a quick kiss on his forehead and forced himself back, "Your turn Koni." The bright blue eyes shifted up to the hooded man who had been watching the interaction the whole time. 

"Koni?" You asked before you could stop yourself, if only you could just keep your mouth shut, that’d be nice. That was an unusual call sign but maybe it meant something in German that you didn't know.

The large hood shook back and forth in answer to you before he said, "No actually. You can call me Konig." He didn't elaborate any further on the name situation though. It was a bit long to be a call sign, in your experience one syllable words were about all a tier one operator had time to mutter in the heat of things. But, staring up at the tall man, you decided it wasn't worth the trouble you'd make asking and instead just nodded, Konig it was then.

Holding your hand out he laid his on top of it, repeating the same process you had with both Price and Watcher now. Cerberus took his time before laying his head in the catcher's mitt that was Konig's hand. It made even the Dutch Shepherd's huge head look small which was a feat. Konig gave the dog a few quick scratches on the head before turning your way and asking, "If you don't speak German then why is your dog trained in it?" Well that made you stop and think.

Lips pressed together into a thin line as you tried to come up with an answer. You’d never really thought about it before honestly. It was how you’d been taught and so that's how you did things. Finally, rather than spread some kind of false information to the young man, or you guessed young man since you couldn’t see his face, you simply shrugged. "Honestly I've got no idea. It's just what the Navy taught me so it's what I use. I mean I guess I could use any language really but I'm so used to it now I've never really thought about changing it."

You hadn't even realized what you'd said until John's voice jumped the gap between you with a quick, "You were in the Navy?" Turning so quickly you felt a crick in your neck that had been there for weeks pop and you locked eyes with him, his brunette brows furrowing at you before you gave a hesitant nod of affirmation. He merely huffed at the information before sitting down at his desk and going back to looking at whatever it was he'd been doing a few seconds before.

Had he been doing something though? He noticed the discrepancy between your first meeting and now in a heartbeat, barely even a pause after you stopped talking, he'd voiced his question. So John was listening then, probably watching too when no one else was paying him any attention. You could really make his head spin then if you wanted, a touch here and a whispered word there and he'd be coming unglued from that chair of his. He'd wanted to be a tease up until now so let's be a tease Captain John Price. Glancing at the last three you questioned them all with a quick, "So who's next then?"

They all turned even stares at one another then before Soap finally spoke up, "Well I guess since," there was a slight pause. A hesitation that had the other two narrowing their eyes in silent threats before the Scotsman finally finished, "Since Gaz is already over there ye might as well just have him do it first."

"Agreed," the only other Brit left besides Gaz answered in his thick accent, without so much as a second thought. When you turned to find Gaz though he was giving them both an open mouthed look of betrayal. He’d been handed over, quite literally, to the dogs by his so called friends it would seem.

Oh how fast they turn on one another. The dark skinned man's look of betrayal quickly turned into a flat even stare that just seemed more like he was over it. "You can both go to hell," he shot across the room at the both of them, only for Soap to smirk and shrug and Ghost to remain as emotionally unreadable as he always was with the mask on. He turned to you, "Right let's go then, mate."

When his eyes fixed on you your face took on a disarming smile. Trying your best to soothe his obvious nerves at getting so close to the animal that had already used his arm like a chew toy. "He's not a mean dog Gaz, I swear," the dark hues flicked to the dog with a shake of his head before you held out your hand watching him set the back of his hand in your palm like all the others had so far. His arm was as stiff as a board though, elbow locked like he'd start shaking if he didn’t stay stiff.

Squeezing his hand a bit you caught the quick look that he settled on your face before returning it with a relaxed upturn of your mouth. "You're too tense, man. Gotta loosen up. He reads body language, he knows how you feel." Gaz watched the dog for a few seconds, head tilting as if he was really considering what you were saying. He didn't seem to truly understand though as his focus settled back on you with his hand in yours. The length of your arm was pressed against his and you'd moved your other hand to his opposite shoulder, coming near flush with his back now as you edged him closer to the animal.

His nervous energy was like electricity in your veins after being pent up with frustration for so long now. He glanced at you over his shoulder and caught sight of the relaxed gaze before you whispered, "Someone comes at you, nearly quakin in their boots, with the hand that smacked your daddy across the face looking like they got a metal rod so far up their ass that it has gone through their elbow what are you gonna do? Let them get near enough to touch you? No. That'd freak you out too. That'd look weird and not at all how someone should come up to ya, and that's what he's thinking. Just take a deep breath, relax alright? I swear to you, he's not gonna hurt you. He’s a good boy." You could see the heat flaring on his cheeks as he settled himself against you, or tried to at least.

Surprisingly he seemed to get it this time though as he melted into you, his arm going liquid against yours as you pushed him forward with your other hand until you were both within reach of Cerberus's nose. "Duft," Cerberus looked where you were still holding Gaz's outstretched palm before reaching forward with his wet, sniffing nose. It took him longer than the others had as Cerberus reorganized the scents in his mind. When the tongue finally licked at his fingers Gaz lit up with a smile, stepping a bit closer and away from you. "See, I told ya. It's all about body language," you pulled your hand away from Gaz's, letting Cerberus and him get better acquainted without your scent muddying the waters.

Eyes glanced sideways where you knew John was, catching the dark gleam in his eyes that was focused solely on you. Warning bells played in your head, you were toeing a dangerous line, but it was a line you were more than willing to cross when it came down to it. When Gaz had finally had his fill of petting the dog you looked over where Ghost and Soap were supposed to be sitting. Only the Scotsman remained though, eyes glued to you and the dog and seeming to not realize that he was left alone. "Looks like you're up then Soap."

The dark brow cocked up in question before he whipped his head to the side, staring at the empty space beside him. "Where'd that blaigeard go?" Blue eyes darted around the room searching for the man with the skull mask and coming up empty. His quarry had long gone by now it seemed. A sigh left Soap as he stood up and came around the desk he'd been sitting at to stand just in front of you.

Soap looked between you and the dog, momentarily finding Gaz as well who had retreated to some things piled in the corner, probably his gear, before a smirk found that naturally suggestive face. "Can I get the special treatment then Speck? It worked so well for ole’ Gaz. I quite like up close and personal if ye know what I mean."

Eyeing him for a second your eyes slid up and down his lean form before you shrugged. "You gotta ask nicer than that, Soap. Where are your manners?" His tongue slid across his bottom lip and he stepped a bit closer.

His voice deepened and his tone slipped into something a bit more casual as he answered with a whispered, "Please may I get the special treatment, Speck?" In truth you hadn't expected it, you really should have. He was obviously the type to try and get under your skin but it still took you off guard. Your eyebrows rose at the Scotsman before a smirk graced your features and you shook your head fighting off amusement.

"Come on then, I'm sure we've got to get going soon." The Scotsman let out a light chuckle and held out his hand for you to grab. Cerberus, now expecting the command, was already leaning forward on the desk. He was eager to learn the new scents of the team he was to be working with now. He'd never had the opportunity really before except for rare occasions, it'd only ever really been the two of you with the occasional tag along that you never bothered to have him learn. You'd very nearly foregone it with these men too, until you'd noticed the tensions between Cerberus and Gaz anyway.

You stepped up behind Soap, holding his wrist rather than his hand as you gave the command and the curious nose pressed into his palm. A low whisper slid over Soap's shoulder as you muttered, "That's it, just like that. Damn good job right there Soap," he pressed back into you and rather than keep it going you pulled away from the man, listening to his little laugh when he received your praise. You took a step back as you watched them both. When your eyes turned up though you saw John had his back to you now and the only other man brave enough, or maybe angry enough was a better descriptor, to keep watching was the now present Ghost. Well fuck, you hadn't realized that when you first decided to put your hands on the Scotsman. Oh well, fix it later. What's done is most assuredly done.

With Soap introduced the only one left was the man currently glaring daggers at you. You bit at your bottom lip nervously before deciding rather than making him come to you and Cerberus maybe it'd be better to go to him. "Hier, Cerberus, fuss," you said watching the dog jump down from the desk before attaching himself to your thigh as if he had his own holster. You passed Watcher who was typing away at something next to Konig while the tall man loaded mags for the both of them as they whispered back and forth. Soap had wandered over to where Gaz and Price were now discussing something you couldn't hear from this far away. But from the map and the pictures they were huddled around they were coming up with some kind of way to get all of you over the border and back in one piece.

Ghost had started reassembling the sniper rifle by the time you made it through the maze of desks, tables, and chairs over to him. He barely even glanced away from the scope he was looking through, using a cloth on the glass to clean it as he actively ignored your approach. "You're the last one Ghost," hazel eyes gave you a look that you could have sworn seemed like his brow was cocked under the mask with a sarcastic reply just dancing on the end of his tongue. "I'll make it quick," a tilt of the head, "I promise." Ghost sat the scope down gently on the towel he’d laid all the pieces out on.

It was an uncomfortable silence with his burning gaze staring a hole through you. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched you before asking, "You like the gloves on or off?" Your mind went blank for a moment, thoughts going off on a tangent about the innuendo hidden there. Honestly you weren't sure if he'd meant for it to sound the way you heard it or not but your frustrated brain didn't seem to care too much about whether he did or not.

Blinking a couple times you finally got your thoughts back under control before answering him with a simple shrug, "Whichever you prefer is fine." He stood stock still, taking you in before something finally clicked for you and you glanced down at Cerberus before saying, "Voraus." The big dog ducked beneath the table separating you two and the second his head popped up over the other side you said, "Anhalten," and the dog froze in place, less than a foot to Ghost’s right and looking back at you silently waiting. You shot a look up at Ghost and nodded towards his still crossed arms, "Hold your hand out then." The man glanced down at the dog before lowering his crossed arms and letting chocolate eyes catch sight of the outstretched palm.

Cerberus didn't dare to move though, staring at the hand quietly and awaiting your quick, "Duft," before he surged towards the hand, sniffing and licking nearly immediately. It seemed the Dutchie rather liked Ghost’s scent, or at least the way his glove smelled. If he never took it off, the damn thing probably still tasted like whatever he'd eaten last, with too many smells for Cerberus to categorize completely. The other large hand came up and ran across the top of his head, ruffling the fur and tracing the pointed ears. He was surprisingly gentle for having seemed so menacing from afar, that was good to know. At least you didn't have to worry about the man glaring at your back through a sniper scope, at least not while Cerberus was with you anyway.

When Cerberus had gotten his fill of the big man he turned a circle, looking for something before catching sight of you once more and crawling back under the table to press his nose into your hand. Ghost was more than willing it seemed to ignore you once more, which was fair you didn't exactly know anything about one another. And it wasn't like you'd come to the team in the best of circumstances, hell you weren't even a part of the team. You were a strap, just someone they had to bring along for translations and to get a hold of a family you'd left with someone who'd only talk to you.

Heading back to the desk that had temporarily been claimed by both you and Cerberus you sat down in the chair. Tapping the top of the desk you muttered, "Hopp," watching him jump easily up to the desk before whispering, "Platz," in the quietest tone you could manage. Cerberus didn't even hesitate to lay down on the desk again. His hearing wasn't damaged then, after the explosions and the flashbang you were worried they might very well have been but he seemed much better off than you'd been left. "Geh Schlafen, Cerberus," you leaned your own head back, turning for just a minute to catch sight of the chocolate eyes disappearing behind heavy lids as you both slipped into a light slumber.

"Price do we really haftae walk the whole way there from the border? I mean that's a long bloody way and I’m sure we could make it if we had some ATVs," Soap huffed out behind you. He'd been talking more or less the whole time you'd been on the road. For the most part you'd been able to stay asleep with Cerberus curled up between your legs in the middle row of the van’s seats, squeezed inside between Konig and Watcher. John and Ghost were sitting in the front, ignoring just about everything Soap said from his place in the back with Gaz…just about.

The brunette huffed and shook his head, "For the last time Sergeant, yes we've got to walk. Speck said cars are few and far between, and those that do come through are almost always hostiles. ATVs are too conspicuous, we went over all of this back at ops. You've walked farther before so keep the chatter to a minimum, alright?" There was a heavy sigh behind you but Soap didn't shoot back a reply thankfully.

You'd been resting your overworked mind off and on since you got in the car with them. Every bit of your body ached, you had barely slept save for what you'd managed to get back at their ops center and on the ride to your destination. And now your only tool to kill was the dog between your legs though he couldn't even do that, or he wasn't supposed to at least. Cerberus was meant to help apprehend hostiles, he wasn't trained to kill them. 

Sure you'd asked for a gun, but the Captain's response had been an undoubted and immediate no. He didn't trust you and you couldn't exactly blame him even if it did annoy you. You hadn't exactly given him much to trust when it came to you though. "Besides," he'd said, clapping you on the shoulder and drawing out a grimace, "you aren't exactly moving the arm too well. Can’t have you shooting someone can I?” The memory drew a scowl from you even as your eyes were closed. Sleep escaped you for the moment until you finally gave up, at least for now, and sat a little taller in the seat.

The moment your eyes opened they were met with intense blue in the rearview mirror, watching you, always watching when you least expected it. God almighty you wished he would stop that, it made a shiver run through you every single time. Then again you knew that was a lie the moment you thought it, you never wanted that gaze to leave you. You were so maddeningly drawn to this man you’d have taken any morsel of attention he paid you. And he’d been paying you more than a few crumbs share since you’d begun to turn the tides on him.

Those depths held you entranced, frozen in time even as the car kept speeding through the seemingly endless streets. Please look away John, please, because there was no way you could manage it yourself. You’d have suffocated in that man’s gaze if it weren’t for Ghost diving across the middle console and throwing the wheel to the side, swerving around a stalled car in the road. The eyes darted from you and back to the road, seemingly surprised as he blinked a couple times. “Fuckin hell old man, we need to get your eyes checked?” The big man looked between him and the road with a quick shake of his head before he settled back on his side of the car.

Swallowing hard you shot your gaze to the dog on the floorboard who gave a low whine at the sudden jerk of the vehicle. You could hear the annoyed huff of breath, more like flustered and still caught off guard if someone asked you, before Price answered, “I’m fine, I saw the bloody thing Lieutenant.” You didn’t see the rest of the silent conversation between the two. Instead you kept your focus on Cerberus, fingers rubbing circles into the muscles of his neck as you worked to soothe his nerves. The both of you needed a break but you’d get it in time. Soon.

It was a two and a half hour drive from their ops center to the Pakistani border, so they weren’t staying in Zabol. Somewhere closer it seemed, probably between Zabol and Zahedan, that was good to know for future reference. John had taken a dirt road off the main highway thirty minutes before that and had now parked the van on a ridge. There was a sheer drop down on the side that you needed to go before the hills shot back in the air in front of you forming a natural valley just on the edge of the border.

With everyone unloaded and checking their gear, you took a seat since no gear meant you had no need to worry about anything they were doing. Your gear was you, Cerberus, your head, and his head, that was all that mattered for you right now. Leaning back against the car you listened to the familiar sounds of chambers being checked and magazines being loaded.

Besides you knew your thigh would be burning soon enough, no need to wear it out unnecessarily when you didn’t even have anything to do. Cerberus, attached to your hip once again by his spare lead, sat in front of you. Your hands were cupping his face, taking careful stock of his attention which you knew was waning, especially after the car ride here. The both of you were nearing the end of your rope now. It would be a hard few hours, but just those few hours more and you were done. Just a few more hours.

Pulling your hands away from his face you kept one lifted in the air and muttered, “Beruhren,” his paw lifted to slap against your palm before it fell again to the ground. “Platz,” he dropped to his stomach, “Umdrehen,” he rolled all the way over quickly, tail kicking up dust behind him as it wagged. He was getting excited now, regaining some of the focus you knew he’d been losing during the down time. “Brummen,” his whole body vibrated with a low growl. A terrifying sound that would have sent shivers up your spine had it not been for the fact you knew him so well.

You let him rumble for a few seconds before you snapped out, “Gib laut!” His maw opened and he barked a singular time. Teeth snapped shut just in front of your face before his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth and he sneezed, his whole body shaking like he’d been dunked in the water. Your hands shot to his neck, running up and down the length of the hard muscle rough and quick as you muttered, “Braver Hund! Such a good boy,” his tongue flicked out to your face and you quickly wiped the saliva off on your shoulder before using him to stand up from your spot on the ground.

Chocolate eyes followed every movement now, refocused and centered on everything you were doing. When you stepped back around the front of the car John casted a quick look your way before turning to the rest of the team, “Ok, we’re on foot from here. Laswell has our quick extract once we have the wife and kids. Copy?” The quick affirmatives resounded through everyone including you. Get there, get the family, and get out. After that you could finally fucking sleep.

Price and Gaz led you all, with Soap, you, and Watcher lined up behind in order. Ghost and Konig were bringing up the rear, the taller of the two a few steps ahead of the Lieutenant. Yall started off repelling down the ridge, and as much pain as you were in doing it you refused to ask any of them for help. It was your burden to bear. Even if Cerberus' added weight added pounds you weren’t sure you could hold up it didn’t matter, he was your responsibility. You picked his front half up off the ground, connecting the vest he'd donned for the mission to your own tactical harness before you did the same with his back half. He was attached to your hip literally this time, his feet just above the ground while he stayed compliantly limp in the harness. Hooking yourself to the rope you backed up over the side with a grimace of pain.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were favoring your right side heavily. Your right hand was stuck into your vest as you descended with the strength of the left alone. You were pushing off the wall with only the single leg you could still manage the repeated motion with, only using the right leg to stabilize yourself. It was painful and arduous, and it made your already aching body and mind hurt even more.

A little over halfway down your progress stalled on the rope. Bracing yourself against the face of the uneven rock and looking up and down you fought to catch your breath. Typically this wouldn't have been even a moment of issue for you but the events were starting to take their toll. Your adrenaline reserves hadn't yet filled back up after you'd burned it all out and you were still running on near empty. A voice in the comms spoke quickly, making your pounding heart stutter for a quick moment, "What's wrong Speck?" That voice in your ear was going to cause so many problems on this mission and you could already feel one trying to pop up right now.

Not right now, you had a job to get done. Looking down at the four men already on solid ground below you, you reached for the comm on your vest with your injured hand. "Nothins wrong," a quick breath in, "I'm comin down just needed a second," and a quick breath out. You hooked the thumb of your injured hand back into the strap of the vest and pushed off the wall. It drove a huff of air out of your lungs at the effort, but you did it again, and then again, until you were finally at the end.

When your feet hit the ground you unhooked yourself from the rope quickly. Cerberus was off the ground less than a foot attached to your own harness and as you tried to step back you felt your leg trying to give out under the weight. You were barely holding yourself up without the addition of all the tactical gear and the seventy-five pound dog to boot. It was almost too much for your body to handle.

A hand grabbed your shoulder to help steady you, Gaz coming around in front of you and lifting up the dog's weight so you could detach him. The relief was instantaneous and you quite nearly moaned out a thank you but settled for a nod to the younger man. He kept an eye on you for a moment as you readjusted your vest and other various bits, "'Preciate it Gaz." The young man quirked up his mouth in a half smile before he finally left you alone to go do something else.

Adjusting Cerberus' vest you only looked up again when Konig's boots hit the ground and he detached himself. Ghost made it down in record time, touching down a few seconds after the tallest member of the squad and thankfully making up for the time you'd wasted. The team was back on the road a few seconds after the Lieutenant gave the ok, back in your formation and trekking across the open terrain.

The journey had sweat pouring off every face, and you swore you caught sight of even Ghost and Konig lifting their masks up a few times when they turned around to check behind the group. Cerberus' head was drooping low at your side, even the endless fountain of energy that Dutch Shepherd's were known to possess did in fact have its end it seemed. When Price finally called for a pit stop you were the first to take a seat, thigh burning at the sweat seeping into your wound and the stitches that pulled at your skin with every step you took. Canteens in every hand in a matter of seconds.

Watching quietly you unclipped something from your belt, opening the collapsible bowl and setting it on the ground. Pouring some of your own water into the bowl for Cerberus to lap up. You took slow sips from the canteen indirect contrast to Soap who was gulping water from his canteen and pointing to something on a piece of paper Gaz had pulled out and was showing him. Watcher was sitting back to back with Konig and facing you while the tall man was looking up at Gaz and Soap while they talked in their quiet tones. Probably trying not to get overheard by you honestly. Ghost turned his back to the group and this time you know you saw the mask lift as he took a few sips from his canteen before he returned it to its place in his bag.

Looking for John you noticed he wasn’t in front of you. Turning to look over your shoulder you caught sight of movement. It was him standing just a few yards behind you. The tall man had taken a vantage point he could watch everyone, taking stock of how everyone was faring so far. You remembered when that had been you, separating yourself somewhat from the group to keep a tactical and objective view. It had turned you callous to your team’s problems in the end, forced you to be cold and uncaring else you risked being unable to send them into the fight. You wondered if it was or had done the same to him. How did he fare as leader?

Pouring a bit more water into the now empty, collapsible bowl you pushed yourself back to your feet. You unclipped the lead from yourself, leaving Cerberus to rest and recover in his own space and time. John’s eyes were on something in the distance when you turned to find him again. Sidling up to him you made it close enough that when he turned back to the team he was right in front of you, only a few inches away from pressing against you.

Blue eyes traveled down the length of your body before he cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the thing in the distance, “Speck?” It wasn’t a greeting so much as a ‘What do you want?’ 

You wet your still dry mouth with another sip from your canteen and asked, “What are you looking at?” A side eyed look fell on you then and even in your state of exhaustion and emotional unawareness you could see the frustration he was trying to hide. Frustration at you. You deserved it, that you knew, but it still upset you to see it there.

A quick jerk of his chin towards the distance made you squint into the heat haze, the light bending in some way you were sure science could explain but not you. You’d never really cared for book learning, you were a common sense kind of guy. A verbal answer followed as you continued to watch, “There’s a Pakistani military base that way. They respond to calls at the border so we need to make sure we’re not between them and the call that we know will be coming from the border soon.” Made sense, but he shouldn’t have known where any foreign military base was in the area.

It was your turn to give him a side eyed look, your brows furrowing as you wondered how he knew that. You hadn’t even known that and you’d driven a family through here not too long ago. John didn’t seem willing to elaborate though, and you weren’t willing to ask a question you knew wouldn’t get an answer. Not when you had more pressing questions on your mind anyway. “Why didn’t you ask me when you were interrogating me? You had every opportunity.”

The suffocating tension in the air was felt nearly immediately, making you swallow hard. He didn’t let the silence linger for long though as he answered, “I have a job to do. What I want doesn’t matter, duty calls…” It was then that the silence struck, his words hanging in the air as a harsh reminder of the note you’d left him. Your gaze flicked to the rest of the team who were all still doing whatever it was they wanted to do, seemingly having not yet noticed the conversation you’d struck up with the Captain…yet.

How were you supposed to explain that away? Was there any way to actually soothe the burn you’d left him with? Probably not, especially not with your heavy handed approach to delicate things, and that was what this tenuous partnership between you and his team, delicate. “I’m sorry.” It was a lame apology, lackluster and missing the explanation you were sure he was looking for and that you knew for a fact he deserved, even though you didn’t have one to give him.

His huff of air beside you had you turning to look at him. Blue hues had already been staring though you weren’t sure how long they had been. “For what?” A fair question that had too many answers, and it seemed he was about to list every single one, “For lying to me about the simplest things? Or was it for failing to let me know you were leaving my house? Maybe you’re sorry about leaving me standing in my door and having to watch you drive away in a bloody taxi?” His voice had lowered to a dangerous whisper while you watched him with an even look, “Or are you sorry for nearly fucking both of my Sergeants in the middle of ops for everyone to see?” God he was angry, and shit if it wasn’t hot as hell to watch that passion dance across every feature of his face.

“You’re sorry for yourself, Speck,” he nearly spat your call sign out at you with disgust. “Don’t pretend like it’s anything different,” his shoulder smacked into yours with force, and it took everything in you not to flinch and reach for the injured extremity. Pulses of pain ran through your stiff form as you tried to regain control of yourself. It hurt to see that anger directed so wholly at you, and it hurt even more to see the pain that you knew you had caused. His agonies were your fault and it made your entire being tense with that knowledge. Knowing you’d hurt him was far worse than wondering if you had.

When you turned back to the group John was already telling them all to get their stuff together. Your break was over apparently, back to the sweating and misery of the hike. He didn’t even look at you again, even though you were internally begging him to. You hadn’t meant what you’d thought in the car, never in a million years would you have truly meant that. It seemed whatever higher power existed didn’t care though because John’s back remained stubbornly in your face as the team set out to finish the rest of this mission.

By the time you could see the small village you’d been heading for the entire team was drenched in sweat. It was quite literally pouring off yall in buckets. A small stand of trees provided you with cover on the hill you’d taken up residence on for the past few minutes. John was looking through a pair of binoculars as everyone else prayed for the sun to finally set. When he finally pulled them away from his eyes he handed them off to Ghost who was standing with him, pointing somewhere in the distance and whispering to him. When the big man gave an answering nod blue eyes turned back to the rest of the group, locking on you before he lifted his hand and beckoned you over.

Pushing yourself up you unhooked Cerberus’ leash and muttered, “Bleib,” letting him rest after the long hike. There was no need to make him suffer the walk over there when you were the only one necessary. Stepping up beside the Captain you muttered, “What’s up?”

John didn’t even bother to look at you before he asked, “Which building is it?” You squinted at the buildings, before Ghost reached across the Captain and silently handed you the set of binoculars. Lifting them you searched for the home, ‘Take them to the big house on the east end of the village, Speck.’ That’s what your handler had told you to do and so you had. 

Handing them back to John you answered his question, “Big house on the east end of the village. But I uh,” your hesitation drew both of the cold gazes to you then before you felt compelled to finish, “Well I can’t go in with yall. There’s women inside and the man doesn’t like strangers already, the bunch of us go waltzin up in there and we’re never gonna get anything from him. I already told you that. Plus,” you looked down at the tactical harness around your hips and the vest and radio they’d outfitted you with before you left ops, “I certainly can’t go in like this. They don’t know I’m American, or they aren’t supposed to. Gotta get rid of this shit.”

There was a sour look on John’s face as he processed the information before finally nodding, “Ghost, take Soap and Gaz with you.” The big man nodded and stepped away, grabbing the attention of the two young men before they headed off to the north somewhere. Price stepped away from the side of the hill, turning back towards where the sun was setting behind yall and motioned at Konig and Watcher, “We’re leaving. Watcher, I need one of those earpieces, the one’s that work without the vest.” The two stood up quickly in response, Cerberus, who had been enjoying the quiet scratches from the ginger Scot watching them leave him behind with a muffled whine.

Watcher dug around in his bag for a couple moments while you shed the tactical gear you’d been given. Finally he pulled out the earpiece he was looking for. The young man handed it to John as the tallest and shortest on the team continued on by him down the hill. The tall brunette stopped beside you, “Wait five minutes and then go. We’ll be hidden but we’ll be there.” You gave him a quick nod in response as you handed over the gear as well as Cerberus’ harness and lead. He shoved them in the bag on his back before throwing it back over his shoulder and following Konig and Watcher down the hill.

Your eyes followed them until the growing darkness hid them from sight, especially at this distance. Counting the seconds in your head, you took a seat on the ground and waited with Cerberus beside you. Everything was so cool now, even a little wind picked up to dry the sweat that covered your face. You closed your eyes against it, taking in a deep breath as your limbs went limp. It wasn’t like you meant for it to happen, to be honest you would have sooner smacked yourself on the thigh right where the stitches were than let the cool breeze lull you into slumber but the next thing you heard was a frantic whisper of, “Speck!? Where the bloody hell are you!?”

Jumping awake you glanced at the darkness around you, searching for the source of the voice until you realized it’d come from right in your ear. Good Lord you were fucked today. You pushed yourself up and hurriedly answered, “On the way.” No one responded, and you couldn’t tell if that was worse or not. “Cerberus, fuss,” and the familiar weight settled against your leg as you started down the hill. Slowly at first, getting the stiffness out of your legs, before you sped up to a quick jog. The Dutch Shepherd kept up easily, as the village came into view.

No lights adorned the streets, hell there wasn’t even any power to this whole place. It was eerily quiet, and you felt eyes on you despite seeing no faces to which they belonged. That was how it had been the last time too. You’d stopped your sprint down the hill before anyone inside could have seen you. A stranger in their midst was enough attention for you already. Movement ahead caught your attention but you couldn’t make out if it was a local or one of the teammates you’d recently been introduced to.

A quiet voice caught your attention, “Stay focused. We’re covering the front of the home now.” You had to stump the urge to nod an answer or touch the ear that the voice came from. Stay focused, he says. Whispering quiet words into your ear was certainly not the way to keep you focused on the mission, John.

The door to the home loomed in front of you as you lifted a hand and tapped a solid rhythm into it. It took several moments before you heard a lock turn and saw the door slowly pull inwards to reveal the face of a familiar glaring man. He spoke in Balochi first, thankfully it was very similar to Pashto, so when he gave you the standard greeting you repeated it with a quick nod. His eyes looked you over critically before he asked you a question. You thought you knew what he said but you weren’t certain, so you shook your head slowly and asked, “Pashto?” His brows furrowed and he nodded slowly so you continued in the language, “I need the family back.” The man tilted his head at the request but he didn’t respond with a no at least. “I have more questions for them,” the man glanced nervously behind you as if he was looking for something.

Finally, he answered back, “Come inside, not out here.” He stepped back from the open door, beckoning you into the home. Shit, you didn’t even have so much as a fuckin knife. You go in there you could be as good as dead in a matter of seconds. But, did you even have a choice? Go in and they could kill you before anyone can get to you. Don’t go in and John might still do the same. Fuck it.

You stepped in after him, Cerberus right between your legs now as you moved into the narrow entryway. The man was at the end, making sure you shut the door behind you and you heard more voices through the mic in your ear starting with Ghost saying you had entered the building and ending with Price asking what the hell you were doing. “Why couldn’t this be discussed outside?” You asked the man at the end of the hallway, stepping into a small, nearly empty, living space.

His answer was quick, “I haven’t received a call regarding them. You are not supposed to be here.” Your eyes narrowed as you took a step closer to him, watching him shrink back from you and the dog, both of you now staring intently at him. His eyes flicked to another narrow hallway, and you followed his gaze. He took another step back from you and returned his eyes to the hallway. Like he was trying to tell you something without actually saying it.

The feeling wasn’t right, no explosives according to Cerberus but something was certainly different than the time you’d been here last. “Pashto?” You asked again and the man gave a slow nod, before you asked, “Farsi?” He nodded just once before he shook his head and you continued in Farsi, “Is someone else here?” The man nodded again, vigorously, and your eyes returned to the hallway, “Knife?” He gestured towards the open archway into the kitchen and you stepped through it, eyes searching for the weapon before you slid it off the counter and started down the hallway.

Cerberus stayed between your thighs, moving in tandem with every step you took in the small passages of the home. When you stopped at the first door you glanced back at the man who gave you another quick nod. Boy wasn’t this some of the dumbest shit you’d ever done. Looking down at the dog you put your hand on the door knob and as you turned it you let out a quick, “Voraus!” The dog ran in ahead of you and you followed quickly. The second you both were in the room though a door further down the hall opened and shut. Two doors, one room, shit. Cerberus lunged at the now closed door, barking and scratching at it.

John was in your ear nearly immediately, “What happened? Speck, what’s your status?” He said that word with one hell of a cute accent, you suddenly realized. No time to dwell though, you pulled the door open and Cerberus surged through the opening turning further down the hall. Why had he gone further into the house, why not the front door? As Cerberus sprinted by another door it flew open, smacking you in the face and sending you stumbling backwards with a hand on your bleeding nose.

A quiet curse accompanied by a groan caught the Dutch Shepherd’s attention as he realized what had happened and turned. He had no space though, the turn was slow and awkward. And when you saw the barrel of a gun around the edge of the door you kicked out a foot. It flew closed, trapping whoever it was by the forearm. You acted without much thought now, John’s words long forgotten as you jammed the knife through what you could see of the man’s right arm and watched his gun drop to the hallway floor. The second it did you grabbed the weapon and opened the door for Cerberus to plunge inside, watching him tackle the man to the ground with his teeth around his forearm. One shot, one head, one man dead.

“Fuss,” you issued the command, and expected to hear the voices again, but there weren’t any. You reached a hand up to your ear but the earpiece was gone. Good Lord it was always something. Rather than dwell on it though you continued down the hall, opening the door to the outside, so that was why whoever it was had headed further inside. You didn’t see them, nor any tracks, but thankfully you didn’t need to. “Such,” you told the dog who took a few steps forward, nose to the ground as he sniffed at the dirt.

Not even a second later he took off, and it was your turn to follow the dog. You left the little village behind at a breakneck pace, holding the stolen pistol in your hand, and ignoring every shock of pain from your leg. You didn’t see John, Konig, and Watcher busting into the man’s home, sweeping through the rooms of the house to come up empty for you and the family. You didn’t hear the Captain yelling at you until Watcher found your earpiece shattered on the hallway floor. Nor did you hear Price near begging Ghost to tell him that he’d seen you leaving, or had some clue as to where you were.

And you certainly didn’t hear Ghost answering him that he’d seen you leaving the home out the back, through an exit none of you had even known about. You didn’t even know that Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were doing their best to keep an eye on you as you made your way across the open ground, trying to head you off before the Dutchie took a hard turn directly South and away from them.

Cerberus was following the scent so fast you were having a hard time keeping up with him. At least until he paused, walking back and forth over the same spot for a few seconds. As you caught up to him you heard whines, watching his head lift as he looked around the dark area. "What's wrong buddy?" Cerberus turned towards you for barely a second before he barked and took off again. Whatever it was he'd solved his problem it seemed, you still had yet to solve your own though. No backup, no flashlight, and no witness to show for all your troubles.

Not until Cerberus' thundering barks started, you were close. Close enough that he was slowing down, looking up at you as if to say, "He's right here, don't you see him?" No. You didn't. "Cerberus-" just about to give the command to search again you caught sight of movement disappearing over a rocky hill. "Stop!" You yelled out in Pashto, but the person kept going. "Fuss," you said and took off with Cerberus at your hip. "Stop," you yelled again in Arabic this time, cresting the hill and looking down at the rocks that stood between you and your quarry. Big enough that whoever it was could hide from you the entire way down the hill. With only the moon to light your way it certainly didn't make things any easier.

Cerberus was calm at your side, and when you glanced behind you the thought to just go back to the rest of the team crossed your mind. But you'd be going back after you lost the ear piece, seemingly fled from the team, and had killed the only other person who could tell you where the man you were looking for was, or his family at least. You'd be going back only to disappoint them…or rather him. 

"Fuck it," you muttered under your breath, it was your catchphrase at this point. "Such," you gave the quiet command, watching Cerberus move quietly through the rocks with you staying a few feet back. As you neared a boulder he sat down, staring at it quietly. You edged closer, before calling out to the person in Arabic, "If you don't come out I'm sending the dog. I just want to talk. Come out, hands first." Not a sound came out from behind it, and for a few moments you wondered if Cerberus was wrong.

Until two hands appeared from around the boulder. You leveled the pistol with one hand at the person, watching as they came out slowly, staring at you. They were stock still as you watched them, until light seemed to blind them for a moment coming from the top of the hill accompanied by a, "Bloody hell, Speck." The voice caught your attention, blinded you to everything else, and in an exhausted, adrenaline fueled state you turned to look up. Three lights shined down at you, one of them you knew belonged to John. You didn't see the panic form on his face, you only saw the light of his rifle flick away from you and his voice yell, "Look-"

It took less time for you to turn back than it had for you to initially turn around. A gun was in their hand, his hand. Time was slow, like when you tried to run in water. The command left your mouth in one heartbeat, "Fass!" Cerberus shot forward, your hand steadied its aim but there was no need to. As the gun aimed at your head the dog's mouth closed around their forearm and his head shook violently, ripping at the flesh there even as a single shot went off into the air and the man fell back screaming.

A hand touched your shoulder and you turned, staring at John's face, illuminated by Konig and Watcher's lights. You could see the worry as his eyes ran over your form in a quick glance, ensuring himself you hadn't taken a bullet. "You broken?" You glanced down at yourself and shook your head in answer, looking back up at him, seemingly unfazed by the fact you’d almost been killed. The hand on your shoulder tightened its hold just a bit, fingers digging in as he nodded slowly seemingly pleased with your nonverbal answer for once.

The worry melted away though when growls penetrated the sound of the night, drawing your attention to the man currently being torn apart by a dog on the ground, listening to another scream go up in the air. You stepped forward, sliding the pistol into the waistband of your pants before grabbing Cerberus by the scruff, and glancing up at John who gave you a quick nod.

"Aus," immediately the dog let go, and you pulled him back, listening to his excited barks as the Captain took the man's pistol and rolled him over. Zip ties went around his wrists behind his back before he was hauled up and shoved up the hill. The man flinched away from Cerberus as you muttered, "Gib laut! Braver Hund!" The dog was going wild, he'd done a good job and he knew it, and he was more excited to be recognized for it, especially by you.

Your hand stayed firmly in the dog's scruff as he continued to try and dart forward, lunging against your firm hold in his excitement. You didn't want to ruin his fun, he was too proud of himself, but you couldn't let him get away from you either, not with the hostile detained already. As you crested the hill you caught sight of lights about two hundred yards off, seemingly searching the rocky outcroppings heading in your general direction. John handed the man off to Konig with a hard shove and pressed the button on his radio, "You're headed right for us Ghost, we see you. Shining my light your way now," the Captain swept the barrel of his gun in an arc watching the lights in the distance focus in your direction.

Cerberus was still barking, tail going wild as you looked at John and asked, "I could use my gear back now if ya don't mind." He slid his bag off and handed you the Dutchie's harness and lead first. You glanced down at Cerberus before saying, "Beruhigen," immediately his barks quieted and his wagging tail slowed, settling down as you put his vest back on him. You heard John radio in for the extract, watching him press a button on his helmet, probably for ISR tracking on your position. Snapping the lead on Cerberus and then on your own belt you rubbed your fingers over his head, whispering quiet praises to him that he desperately needed to hear after the longest target pickup of your life.

As you slid your vest on, along with the harness you'd used to rappel off the cliff earlier, you caught sight of that burning gaze. The frustration with you seemed to have abated for the moment after you'd given them a lead of some kind at least. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were the only ones who could break his concentration on you, well that and the arrival of the sound of helicopter blades overhead. Now that was a sound that could put you to sleep, and it would the second you were strapped in. A nice clean extract for once, no injuries, not really any hiccups, good God almighty wasn't that nice.

You'd expected to be drug back to the same ops center as before, but when the helicopter landed next you were offloaded into a military base. To say the least you were surprised, and when John made straight for a blonde woman in civilian clothes, accompanied by a few men who took your detainee, you were more than curious as to who she might have been. There was no chance to ask though as the two split up and the Captain stopped to let the rest of you catch up, pointing towards what you assumed was a barracks area and said, "Come on guys, Laswell told me we smell like shite."

Soap smacked Ghost on the back as he sprinted ahead, "Oh fuck yeah. Need meself a shower." The big man gave a quiet huff of ascent to which the dark haired Scotsman answered a bit offended, "What's that supposed to mean then? Ye know ye dinnae exactly smell like a bloody rose yerself Lt." You couldn't see Ghost’s face then but you didn't need to in order to know that there was a glare currently affixed to the shorter man.

Following at the back of the group you stayed completely quiet, watching the others break off one by one to disappear inside their bunkhouses. Watcher and Konig headed off together, and then Soap and Gaz, and then John and Ghost. It left you and Cerberus to stand awkwardly alone in the middle of the path just looking about curiously. They must have forgotten you didn’t actually have a place to go, you also didn’t have any other clothes to your name seeing as you’d left your duffel bag in the ops center. Well this sucked.

It was Gaz who came back around the corner first, eyeing you a bit confused. When he reached you and Cerberus his head tilted a bit before his eyes widened in realization and he said, “Oh damn mate! I forgot you don’t have anywhere to bunk do you?” A quiet shake of your head confirmed the answer and Gaz looked around as his hand ran over his short hair. “Cap!” The dark eyes flicked over your shoulder and you turned to see the Captain leaving his and Ghost’s shared bunkhouse. The brunette turned to head your way, a bag slung over his shoulder and flip flops on his feet in place of the boots you’d only ever seen him wearing.

Every ounce of resolve went into dragging your eyes away before you heated up in the worst way possible. “Gaz?” John was glancing between the two of you, wondering what it was that’d gotten him called over here.

Gaz nodded towards you and said, “He doesn’t actually have anywhere to bunk. Or any clothes for that matter, Cap.” There was a nonchalance to your gaze that was honestly comical in the situation. Not only did you not really care about losing everything you owned, it seemed you also couldn’t have cared less about not having a place to sleep.

John simply nodded in response, “Laswell brought your bag. It’s waiting for you in the showers. And you’ll be bunking with Ghost, he’s being moved over there.” He nodded towards the only bunkhouse you hadn’t seen anyone else go into earlier. “Now come on, and bring the dog, he looks like someone threw a bucket of paint all over him.” You glanced down at Cerberus’ bloody visage, a sight that definitely needed to be remedied even if it was his badge of honor to wear. He’d worn it long enough.

You followed the other two men then, both of whom had thrown bags over their shoulders. The showers were devoid of anyone else, a few rows of lockers standing between you and the warm water you knew laid beyond. It wasn’t your turn to shower though, first you’d get Cerberus cleaned off and settled back in the bunkhouse with some food, water, and a nice place to rest and then you could get yourself handled.

So that was what you did. Unclipping his vest you threw it next to your duffel bag, pulling the dog behind you under a shower head and turning the water on. “Sitz,” you muttered and watched the blood caked and dried into his dark fur begin to run down the drain. Gaz, passing by you with only a towel thrown over his shoulder, stopped and said, “Hey mate, this is for you. I had an extra one.” He tossed a bottle of soap to you, making sure you caught it before he continued on down to another shower.

Squeezing a bit of the soap out you ran it over the black and brindle fur quickly. Cleaning the Dutchie up as he licked at your face. It wasn’t until you stood up and turned the water off that you said, “Rütteln,” and watched him shake his fur out. You smiled at the way it spiked up in clumps, and his tail shot water with every wag. At least he smelt better though, you’d both been getting more than ripe in that cramped little sweatbox of an apartment.

You stepped around the corner and that was when all thought left you. Hell you were pretty sure your heart and lungs had stopped working just as much as your brain had. The sight in front of you had your fists clenching and your pupils blown wide. John. He stood not even five feet in front of you naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. You hadn’t even heard him go by you in the showers but he’d obviously taken one. The man was literally glistening with the water. Standing with his bare chest on display for anyone passing by the row of lockers to see, dark hairs littering his pale skin.

A feeling of lightheadedness took over your body, and you were very, very close to passing out. God, your blood pressure was through the roof. You could feel it pounding not only in your ears and your neck but in your temples as well. There was a throb at the base of your instantly hard cock, an ache settling there as it begged for your attention.

When he turned and caught you staring was when you saw it, for the first time, a hint of smugness there. He’d wanted you to see him, wanted you to be standing there frozen and wanting him and with no way to get your revenge in any subtle manner. It was payback for basically feeling up both Gaz and Soap earlier at the ops center. Goddamn was he sight, you were a man who hadn’t found an oasis in far too long now, not since you’d been with him last. And at this very moment you were feeling every second of that time in abstinence.

The door opened somewhere off to the side and that was when he broke your hyperfocus. Just as you’d been watching a droplet of water sliding down his bare skin, through his dark happy trail and turning into nothingness where the towel was wrapped securely there. “I left you a couple towels next to your duffel bag,” hell his voice didn’t even sound the least bit suggestive and it still had you aching even more. You couldn’t even get out a simple, ok, in response. Not even Cerberus beside you was enough to break the hold his half naked body currently had on your weary mind. “You should go dry the dog off, Speck.” Now that did it. Your gaze shot down to Cerberus, finally breaking away from John as you nearly tripped over a naked Soap coming around the corner with a towel in his hand in your haste to get away.

“Hey watch where yer-” he stopped as his eyes fixed to your face and his beaming smile turned up to you, “Oh well hello there Speck. Wee Cerby gettin a bath too?” Slowly your wits came back around and you got your head on straight before nodding down to him. “Thas nice, well don’t be too shy. Ye need to get yerself a shower too. Cannae be howlin’ when yer bunkin with Ghost. Ye might just wake up out on the tarmac.”

You huffed a bit at that, “Damn right I do,” you muttered in answer as you stepped around him, back into the row of lockers you’d left your duffel bag in. Two towels sat beside the black bag and you picked one up, drying the dog off before you slipped his collar on over his head. “Are ya hungry Cerberus?” The dog whined in answer, no doubt he was, you’d both been at it for far too long now. You fished into the duffel, pulling out the last of his dog food and the two bowls you always kept packed. His loud bark echoed through the showers and several curses followed it. “Sorry,” you called out before clipping the dog’s lead on him and wrapped it around your waist to take him back to the bunk.

Settling him in was easy enough, he dug into the bowl of food with fervor and the water bowl had to be filled up before you even had the chance to leave again. Finally though you made it out of there, just in time to see John, thin t-shirt and a pair of jeans on now. He looked just like he had at the bar that night, even his beard was trimmed up now. Had it been trimmed when you were staring at him? Hell who were you kidding, he could have dyed his hair purple and you wouldn’t have noticed back at the showers. You were too focused on the way his muscles had moved underneath the skin. And how the soft hairs on the front of his body seemed to outline every angle of him.

Just as you had been about five minutes ago, you were caught staring again. Ocean hues landed on your face and his narrowed eyes cut into you like a hot knife through butter. You swallowed, refusing to acknowledge the tightness in both your chest and your underwear. A shower was all you needed, a long, ice cold shower. Shoving your hands in your pockets you forced your gaze away, feeling that burning stare along your back as you headed back to the building you’d come from before.

Gaz passed you on his way out, holding the door open and smirking before muttering, “Good luck in there. Soap’s singing again.” Your brows furrowed as you entered the showers, not quite catching on to what he was saying. 

Immediately your ears were assaulted by loud pleas from multiple people to stop and then an outrageously loud, “AND IIIIIIIIEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUU-” echoed through the whole shower block. Your hands clap over your ears, the sound vibrating in your ear drums in just a way that it made your exhausted brain dizzy with the vibrato. Damn, it wasn’t like it was bad, it was just not the time or place for something like that. You have to admit though, it was kind of funny.

Grabbing the towel from the bench where you’d left it you slipped into the shower you’d used for Cerberus. The singing didn’t stop when he reached the end of the song though, Soap just started up with another. “CAUSE BABY YOU’RE A FIREWORK! COME ON SHOW EM WHAT YOU’RE WORTH-” and the Soap playlist continued. You were turning around to wash the grime out of your hair when the skull faced mask caught you by surprise. He wore it in the shower too?

Ghost didn’t stop to chat, just nodded quietly and kept on going by, his towel held around his waist by a single hand near his hip. You took in the tattooed forearm, a bit impressed by the intricacy of it. That wasn’t even considering all the other tattoos that decorated his scarred skin. 

It wasn’t long before you heard two more sets of footsteps behind you. Both Watcher and Konig were heading by when you glanced back, not stopping to pay much attention to you as they went, save for a quick smile of acknowledgement from the ginger. You heard the door open and close a few times after that. Just you and Soap left now huh?

Though when the water shut off down the row of showers it seemed he wouldn’t be in here much longer either. At this point you were very nearly sleeping with your eyes open under the warm water. Just letting the tensions wash out of your muscles and mind. Letting them slide down the drain like the dirt, blood, and sweat on your skin.

The clearing of a throat made your eyes open and you stared now at the azure hues in front of you, noticing his amusement in a heartbeat. You raised a brow at his warm gaze, that was traveling lower with every second. “My eyes are up here darlin,” you finally said before he could really take in all the sights, forcing his gaze up to your eyes.

Azure fixed on you then and his beaming smile was like a ray of sunshine, this man was just too damn happy all the time. It did make him slightly endearing though you had to admit. “I know where they are, just thought I’d figure out where everything else is though.” His head tilted as he inspected your face before asking, “How’s the nose? Broken or anything?” You’d honestly forgotten about it.

During the chase you hadn’t even touched it, just let it leak all over the front of your shirt, covering you in blood just like Cerberus was. Reaching a hand up you prodded it with your fingers before shaking your head, “Nah it’s fine. I’ll sleep it off tonight.” Soap laughed at that comment before nodding looking at your shoulder and the two bullet wounds on your arm. 

All of the wounds he’d wrapped earlier were still tightly bound by the bandages, seemingly to his dismay. “Ye need to take those off while yer in there. Come see me after yer done showering and I’ll replace them, aye?” You gave him another nod and watched him push off the side of the shower entryway to head back to the locker room. He was talking in there but you couldn’t hear what he was saying and soon he too left.

You pulled at the bandages wrapped around your limbs, exposing the stitched up areas to the world with a wince. Alone you were a bit more expressive, you allowed yourself to feel the pain. Besides you were so exhausted at this point that pain was probably the only thing keeping you standing anymore. You threw the bandages onto one of the shelves, you’d throw them away when you were getting out. The sound of the door opening again had your head tilting towards the sound with a sigh before you asked loudly, “Forget your soap, Soap?”

No answer came, maybe it was Ghost then. He’d left in a hurry, so had Konig and Watcher. The little devil on your shoulder whispered false hopes in your mind that maybe it was him. It had your member twitching with need as it woke itself back up. You’d barely managed to settle it down the last ten times and here it was coming back. God it was so damn pushy.

Turning to face the shower head again you reached up, pulling it down so you could lean your forehead against the cool tile and still feel the warm water on your skin. You took deep breaths, ignoring your hips that shifted of their own thought and mind. Do not touch it, do not think about it, someone was in here and you could do this some other time. Not right now.

Water slid down your back as you lifted your hands to lace behind your neck. Weariness crept into you then as your hips kept humping mindlessly at the air, your cock wishing it could slip into something tighter, warmer, and wetter. “Shit, shit, shit-” a moan left your mouth of its own accord at the rough hand that was suddenly wrapped around your length. “What the fuck?” Your eyes shot over your shoulder as you started to pull away. When you saw those all too familiar eyes though you froze, and so did he.

It was a stalemate. Who was going to blink first? Fuck it. You. Most definitely you. You were going to break so hard and fast he’d never even see it coming. Without a thought you shifted back into him, pressing into his hard erection with the curve of your ass. Taking that as an invitation to continue his hand pumped along your length in response.

Lips tickled the back of your ear along with the hairs of his beard as he whispered, “Such a dirty little whore for me, Speck.” Another moan left you as he pushed you forward with his whole body seeming to press against you. Your chest came flush with the wall just as his chest came flush with your back. The cool tile burned your aching nipples, too cold on the overly sensitive skin. 

There was too much happening, your pulse was throbbing in every injury you’d sustained. His breath along your skin was sending your mind into a frenzy of feasting piranhas. This had to be a dream, that was the only way the man who’d been glaring at you for the past however many hours would have been touching you right now. You were back in your bunk right now having a wet dream like some teenager and Ghost was having to listen to it.

But by God if you didn’t care, not with how his hand was pumping you with reckless abandon. He didn’t realize just how close you had already been before he got here. Too fast, too much, “S-Slow down,” you barely got out through your clenched teeth. The feel of his member pressed firmly between your cheeks and rutting up into them with his own needs had you fucking into his hand in time with his strokes and pushing back against him. You could feel the throb of him now. How close was he then?

Breath ghosted over the shell of your ear as he growled, “No. You’d do well to listen and remember, Speck. You think you won't get yours because I was gentle the first time around?” His grip on you tightened almost painfully so. The warm water served as a makeshift lubricant but it wasn’t anything like you needed to keep his calluses from catching on the sensitive flesh. But fuck if that little bit of pain didn’t make your pulse race even faster. “Cum. Now.” The low growl in your ear sent shocks through you, the tension at the base of your cock came apart in an instant at his order.

White ropes of your seed painted the tiles of the shower wall in front of you, but there was no relief. Not even as the last of the tension evaporated and you saw white drops of you sticking to the skin of his hand before the steady stream of water washed it away. The sensitive nerve endings and veins burned like fire, his hand still pumping your erection even after you’d found what you’d thought would be your high. It was not. “Fuck John, slow down,” he still wasn’t listening, “St-stop.” His hand stilled at the base of your member, and you blinked as you watched your cum disappearing down the drain.

Finally your brain caught up with your mouth and you relaxed against the wall, trying to wrap your head around what was happening. His gravelly voice had you twitching in his hand though as he said, “Gonna make me think you’re running away again? You just left, Speck. Again.” There was no crack in his voice but you could still hear the emotion there, the silent prayer that he was sending up in hopes you’d get what he was saying.

You didn’t. Sure you understood that what you had done was wrong. On both accounts. You never should have left without saying goodbye and you certainly never should have walked out that backdoor without backup. But what if you hadn’t? That trail would have been near impossible to follow on those rocks, the scent is harder to follow and it is very time sensitive. You’d made a decision in the heat of the moment with the ‘Fuck it’ method. And it’d kept you alive so far at least.

When you didn’t answer you felt a squeeze of his fingers at your hip as he said, “Were you trying to piss me off? Trying to get me all fuckin heated earlier today back at ops? Pressing up against Gaz, like you were gonna bend him over the table or some shite.” His firm grip ran along your length and your muscles tightened at the feeling. Teeth nipped at your shoulder before his breath slid across your skin, warm even under the hot water of the shower. “Letting Soap press up against you like he was a bitch in heat,” his grip on your hip tightened. He released your member to grab the other hip as well before his low, angry growl returned, “And you fuckin liked it, acting like a bloody slag the both of you were.”

The force of his body slamming you forward made you wince until he turned you around with a quick jerk of the hands around your hips. You took in the sight of him, it was the first time you’d ever seen him fully naked before and it made your cock jump. The burn in his eyes made your entire body burn, especially when he leaned forward. Just inches from your face before he stopped so close you could feel every breath as it left his mouth. You tried to move forward, to steal a kiss from his lips, but his hand shot up from where it had been around your hip a moment before and he held your jaw in tight grip. “On your knees. Now.” And who were you to disobey?

The pain in your thigh meant nothing compared to the ache and longing you’d had for him since the moment you’d woken up that next morning. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, God was it bigger now? It certainly looked like it was. Holy shit, had you forgotten how he looked and felt after so long? The thought had your mind spinning again, the thought of maybe experiencing it all for the first time yet again sending thoughts tumbling around your scattered mind.

One hand was stroking himself, staring down at you as if he was trying to read your very thoughts. The other grabbed at your hair and pulled your face up to stare at him. His hips inched closer and your eyes shot to the erection that was just tantalizingly out of reach of your mouth. You started to reach a hand up to hurry him along but he stopped you with a few words, “Keep your hands still or I’ll tie them up.” Another obeyed order and you could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He liked it when you listened to him. “Good boy, Speck,” the words were like a purr and they soothed your racing heart easily.

Finally he stepped closer, his cock just an inch or two away, just hovering above your face like a promise of a reward so long as you behaved. You opened your mouth, near begging to taste it, especially when you held your tongue out. Glancing up at his eyes you caught sight of his smile, watching the way his beard twitched at the sight of you on your knees for him.

Your eyes were trailing down his bare chest and abdomen. God, he was a Greek god statue and you were absolutely nothing in his presence. When your eyes finally found his hard member again he finally let it press against your tongue. You’d forgotten the way he tasted, the way his skin felt as it ran hot along your tongue.

His hips drug back until only the tip of your tongue was pressed on his length before he pressed forward again. Heavy balls hit against the underside of your chin and you immediately turned your head down and ran your tongue over them. He let out a quiet sigh at the feeling, using the hand in your hair to press your mouth even closer, urging you to continue. 

Your lips sucked one into your mouth, tongue circling it before you pulled away for a quick moment and then your mouth found the other one. Little tugs at your hair directed you where he wanted you to go, and the first time you ignored it the hand tightened in your hair and pulled you back away from his throbbing member. Burning eyes glared down at you, before he growled, “You want it?” His other hand wrapped around the base of his bobbing cock again, waiting for your answer.

A vigorous nod took hold of you before you remembered he liked to hear your answer, “Hell yeah I do John. I want it so bad,” when your eyes shot up to find his gaze again he still didn’t look satisfied with your answer. Desperation was taking hold as he held your head still with one hand and held the long awaited treasure with the other. “I’ve wanted it everyday for the past eight months. Haven’t stopped thinking about it, haven’t stopped thinking about you. The way you taste, the way you felt inside me,” your teeth bit into your lip then and your eyes squeezed shut. Every word was not only going to the base of his erection but to yours as well.

When he finally jerked your head closer you glanced up to see the satisfaction on his face again. Listening to his gravelly voice rattle through you as he spoke, “Then start fuckin listening, Speck.” You nodded a quick answer and before you could verbalize it he continued, “Open your mouth.” God he was like a different man, and you couldn’t get enough of this side of him. Your jaw dropped open in response and finally, fucking finally, the weight of his heavy cock slid into your awaiting mouth. A groan left his mouth at the feel of your lips closing around him and sucking him in as if you were trying to speed up the slow drag of his hips.

Your tongue traced the water droplets across his shaft as he buried himself in your mouth at a steady pace. Even when he touched the back of your throat he didn’t stop, he was only halfway inside and he knew you could take more. He’d seen and felt you do it. Your throat relaxed around him as his hand finally released the base of his erection and wrapped around the underside of your jaw. He was holding you in place and from your past experience with him you were almost certain you knew what for.

Burying himself completely inside your mouth and down your throat he held you there, pulling you closer still as the short dark curls tickled the skin of your face. When you tried to swallow around him he groaned at the feeling and bucked forward. His hand at the back of your head hit the tiles first to soften the blow for your head. The fingers that had been around your jaw slid down around your throat, feelling the length of it but not like he was choking you.

You couldn't fathom what he might have been doing until he moaned into the steamy air and muttered, “Bloody hell I can feel myself every time I move.” He slid out of your throat then, fingers pressing against your throat as he reveled in the feel of him stretching you so much. Your lips were still around the tip of his member as you tried to suck the soul right out of him, watching his head tilt backwards for just a moment, “Got such a tight fuckin throat." He grunted into the air with another thrust and this time you could feel his fingers dancing along the skin of your throat as well before he growled, "And a perfect mouth for a whore.” John let your head stay pressed back against the tiles as he released his grip on your hair. You watched as he braced himself against the wall instead with his fingers spread over the wall. The thick digits of his other hand were still grazing across the thin skin of your throat, unwilling to let the feel of this escape him even for a second.

The pace as he kept going sped up quickly, but by no means had it started out slow. He wasn't giving you the chance to adjust to him, if your teeth got too close to him he just pulled your mouth open farther with his free hand. If you weren’t sucking hard enough he would bury himself as far as he could in your throat until you were gagging on his length. All the while he whispered quiet little praises and degradations that had your throbbing member aching.

“‘M close,” he grunted out suddenly between his light huffs of air and sighs of pleasure. You hummed around him as if you were begging for him to cum down your throat like he had the last time. Begging to taste him again, to swallow every drop to sate the hunger you'd been suffering through for too long. To give you everything he had just like you’d dreamed about too many times to count now.

John, it seemed, had other ideas though as he pulled out of the mouth he had fucked until your lips were red and puffy now. A large hand wrapped around his length as he stared down at you, his eyes half lidded and his chest heaving with the effort. Looking down at you on your knees for him, lips still parted ever so slightly as you were still catching your breath because of him. Because he'd fucked your throat so hard and so long you'd been drooling over his length completely drunk on the way he tasted. Your saliva was dribbling down your chin and slicking the cock he was currently jerking like there was no tomorrow. His freehand curled into your hair again, tilting your head back so you could see every inch of his body working to reach his high.

A figurative buffet for your hungry gaze to feast upon. Watching his hand twist at the tip like he was trying to mimic what you would have done to him, because you had done that to him. But his high seemed to have stalled as he jerked his hand up his length and groaned at the feeling. Unable to reach the finish line by himself though, even with your panting visage as his visual aid, he just couldn't get there. So desperate for release and still so far from it. You started to move your hand but stopped yourself remembering his earlier threat. So instead you simply asked, "Let me do it for you? Please, John, I wanna do it."

His forehead fell forward and he nodded, adding a quick, "God yes," with a voice that had lost all its edge from before. That domineering side seeming to have dissipated the moment he saw you wanting him, pleading for him to let you help. His hand fell away from his aching member and yours immediately replaced it. He was coming apart at your touch nearly immediately. Fingers still holding painfully tight in your hair meanwhile the other he'd moved back to the wall, holding himself up as he watched your steady hand work wonders on him.

It didn't take long before your other hand was working along your own shaft, aching for a real release this time, not like the one from before. John was too focused on the hand around him to notice your ministrations, too caught up in the way you were soothing that ache for him that he failed to see you were taking the chance to also soothe your own. When you found his burning gaze a thought crossed your mind. The memory of that look of satisfaction and the smile at nearly every plea that had fallen from your lips, the way he had wanted you to ask for it, to beg for it. Fuck it. "I want you to cum on my face John," a groan fell from his mouth and his forehead fell forward against his forearm, hips bucking into your hand. Oh yeah he was disgustingly close now, "Please, I want to see you cum sir," and with a twist of your wrist at the tip he moaned into the echoing room.

Thick ropes painted your face as he bucked his hips closer, some of it catching in your hair. The tip of his member slid across your cheek as his hips finally stilled and you pulled your wrist away. It wasn't until you broke eye contact and looked down at your own leaking member, that he seemed to fall back into that dominant role from before. The fingers in your hair tightened again and he pulled your gaze back up to him, "Don't you dare." Your hand faltered but you couldn't stop it, you were so fucking close again. You could feel it edging nearer even as he pulled you up off the tiles till you were standing and nearly eye level with him. "You don't get to cum yet," pleasure rolled through you at the words, heading straight down to the nearly releasing tension you were trying to drag out.

Fingers left your hair finally and your head fell back against the tiles with a groan. Until you felt them close around both your wrists as he drug your hands away from you painfully hard member. "What did I say?" He rumbled in your ear, deep and rough and everything he hadn't been the last time. A whine fell out of your mouth before you could stop it and you watched his eyes travel down to your lips. For a fleeting moment you thought he'd finally kiss you. God, he really had no place here not when John was around, but you wanted to taste his mouth again and you'd pray to any higher power so long as you got your wish. You wanted to feel him exploring every corner of your mouth again, his tongue sliding over yours like you knew only he could. Instead he turned you back around to face the wall, water spilling over your head before he pressed you into the tiles chest first again.

"You can't answer me when I ask you something? Ignore me when I tell you something? You're going to learn to listen today, Speck," he pulled your arms behind your back holding them both around the wrist with one hand. You pulled against him, tried to get away and chase your fleeing orgasm but his other hand tangled back into your hair and pulled your head backwards. Your back arched as his hips pressed flush against yours and you felt his still hard erection sliding against your wet skin again. You could feel his beard burning across your skin right next to your ear now. Feeling the way the prickly hairs scratched across your skin leaving a trail in a way that was still so familiar, and you knew you'd be scratching it tomorrow. The dangerous lilt of his voice made every inch of your skin light up, "If you want to cum again it'll be on the end of my cock."

"Good God yes, please, fuck me please," it seemed your mouth was still disconnected from your brain else you doubted you ever would have said those words in that order to anything but a fantasy. John smirked against the skin of your neck, his lips pressing against the delicate skin. He wanted to mark you up, the both of you knew it. The Brit wanted to stake his claim and let it be known that not a soul alive could touch you, and damn if you didn't want him to do it. 

And yet he refrained, for now at least, because he could realize you were still very much in need of medical attention and neither of you wanted the others to find out about this. Especially not whenever Soap inevitably took a gander at your wounds, and inevitably couldn't keep his mouth shut that you had bite marks and hickeys all over you. And you were not very good at lying, never had been when it came to the real world and real people. Put you in a life or death situation and give you a fake identity and a name and you were golden. Put you in front of family and friends and you were a sweaty mess trying to keep it together.

Fingers slid against your tight hole as John's mouth continued to let out quiet breaths against the pulsing skin at your neck. He wasn't kissing it or biting it, just staying annoyingly out of range, teasing you with a promise for more and never coming through. Your lips pressed tight together, humming in anticipation before his fingers finally slid inside you without so much as a warning. They went all the way to the knuckle and drew out a string of quiet whines from your mess of a mouth. The fingers pumped steadily inside of you, too little of the wrong thing though, even as they curled inside of you. A smirk found your own mouth then as you let out a breath into the air, catching sight of him as he tried to figure out what'd brought that look out of you. He didn't have to wait long though as you fucked yourself back onto his fingers said, "Thought I told you to fuck me, John, not finger me." 

What the hell was wrong with you? You thought it and when you caught sight of his face again you knew he was thinking the same damn thing. Staring at you with those furrowed brunette brows and twitching mustache that gave him away so quickly it was almost comical. He pulled his fingers out and you ached at the loss until you felt the blunt tip of his head sliding against your tight and unused hole.

Oh shit, how stupid could you possibly be? Very, was the answer to that question. You could feel his hesitation, the worry that he might hurt you like he almost had that first time in his truck when you'd stopped him while he was barely even inside of you. He whispered against your ear, more gentle this time than he had been this whole time, "Tell me to stop if you need me to. I don't want to hurt you." A quick nod of answer and you felt the tip pushing inside your too tight hole and drawing a groan at the burn.

Fuck you weren't ready for this, for him. You hadn't even touched yourself down there since you'd last seen him, you didn't really even know how to do so. It'd been eight months since anything had touched that tight ring of muscle and it might as well have just been your first time again. His hips pushed forward smoothly, every ridge and vein of his cock causing your breath to catch and little whines to roll out of you without thought. John didn't go slow though with your hands still trapped at the small of your back, and as he was sinking inside you he very nearly lost his hold.

Your hands were straining to grab onto something, to brace yourself against some solid object. Straining to find some semblance of control that he was hell bent on not allowing you. His hips came flush to yours and it was too much, too fast, and yet it felt so damn good. Your eyes rolled back in your head already drunk on him with his hand still around your wrists and the other still curled into your hair. The moan you let out was obscene, and you could feel his cock jump inside you at the sound drawing out a quiet breathy, "J-John," that had his mouth finally dipping into the space where your neck and shoulder met.

Breathless and body raging with need you pressed as close as you could to him, feeling him grinding deeper as you did. "Such a good whore for me, yeah?" You nodded without thought, humming your agreement in hopes it would mean he'd finally touch you. That he'd finally let you cum since he was deep enough you could feel every line of his body against yours. Your hopes were dashed though nearly immediately as he pulled out fast enough that you could feel your body clenching at the sudden absence, trying desperately to find where the source of your aching pleasure had gone.

When he slammed back into you though you were done for. You fell apart as he took what he wanted from you, using your trapped arms to pull you back so he could sink as deep as possible inside of you. Your thoughts were a mess which was only mirrored by your babbling mouth. In any normal conversation you would have barely said more than common pleasantries and just enough to keep the conversation going. But to him, for him, you were searching for any string of words that would have him groaning in your ear. It wasn't until his hands left your hair, your forehead falling forward against the tiles that his newly freed hand roamed your body. It drug across your skin, nails leaving their trail across your back and sides before the water dripping off of John's shoulders washed them away.

The pads of his fingers slipped around your side, beginning a slow descent to what you hoped was your aching member. Please, please, please- the string of begging thoughts rattled around in your mind. You needed it so bad, needed to finish the right way this time. Eight months of pent up need and frustration and you were beginning to tear up at the feel of him inside you. Gasping every time he pulled out and moaning like the whore he kept proclaiming you to be whenever he slammed back in at his brutal pace, clenching around him desperately every single time. You tilted your eyes down, watching his fingers glide lower, and lower, and then lower still until finally, good Lord thank you finally, he wrapped his hand around your throbbing length.

"Fuck yes, John," you breathed out his name like a whispered prayer, and not two minutes ago it had been one. "Please, please, let me cum. I need to, want to cum on yo-" the hand you were watching dropped your member and you felt a sob clawing up your throat at the loss of contact. Eyes shutting tight so you didn't see the hand coming. "No, no, please. I've been good, please I need-"

Fingers wrapped around your throat and cut off the rest of your sentence before it could leave you. You tried to gasp but there was no air to be had as he pulled you off the tiles and back against his chest again. "Stay quiet for me, Speck. I locked the door but someone might try to break in here if they hear you crying like that. Crying like a good little slag for me," he accentuated it with a hard thrust staying buried inside you for a few seconds as he grinded into your depths. Feeling him strangle the cry for more in your throat.

A nod was all you could manage and you barely even managed that before he finally released some of the tension around your throat. His fingers still held fast there though, keeping you from finding the cool tiles again or from taking in a deep breath like you so desperately wanted. Forcing your back to arch against his strong torso. His pace started back again, jolting into your depths with newfound speed and ferocity. "So good for me now huh? Willing to follow orders and be a good boy. Where was that at earlier, Speck?" You couldn't find the breath to answer him, shaking your head wildly because that was the only thing you could actually manage to do even if it wasn't really an answer. He sank inside of you and you could hear his own desperation now as he grunted and said through gritted teeth, "So bloody tight." 

He was too much for you, pressing against every wall and nerve ending seemingly without any effort. You were never meant to have discovered this pleasure filled sin that was John Price. God the feeling of him inside you was better than a glass of sweet tea on the hottest day of the summer. He was going to be your undoing because nothing could match the way he felt when his hips slapped against your ass and he pulled you down even further on him, feeling him roll his hips against you. You were grinding back against him when you finally felt it. That shock that had you nearly doubling over as his cock slid against that bundle of nerves.

The fingers around your throat finally let go and you could gasp for air again. Leaning forward as far as you could and pressing back into him. You felt his hand against your ass, strong fingers digging into the flesh and still refusing you the freedom of your own hands. He pulled you back against him with one hand and then leaned forward, draping himself over your back with his hands still digging into your skin. His grip was hard enough you knew he was going to leave marks there even despite having been so careful up till now.

His teeth nipped at the lobe of your ear catching it between his teeth and sucking on it lightly. When his hand left your ass you hoped desperately it was heading back down to your throbbing cock. But when you saw it bracing him against the wall your eyes shut tight with a needy whine. Desperately you wanted to complain but you knew that would only prolong this torture. His lips trailed over your shoulder, pressing into the still sore muscle and soothing it nearly instantly with a gentle kiss. And then he was growling in your ear again with a voice deep with lust, "Cum." Your cock jumped at the order but even as you grinded back against him you couldn't manage to obey. The ache was still settled at the base so stubbornly you could've died and it'd have been there when you woke up in hell.

Whining out quietly you answered, "I-I can't. I need-" his beard grazed against the back of your neck as he moved to your other side, distracting your scrambled mind even more than it already was. "I- please- John- need-" Sentences tried to form in your mouth but they got no further than a couple words before dying on your tongue. A low hum vibrated through the man behind you as if questioning what you were saying. Fuck, even you didn't know what you were saying. There was a stutter of your hips as you tried to pull forward along his length, stopped immediately by the strong hold on your wrists as John shook his head against your shoulder.

The man behind you nuzzled against the crook of your neck, humming again as you tilted your head for him, inviting him to do whatever he pleased to the exposed flesh. God please let him understand what you were trying to say in order to save you from the agony of another lost orgasm. "You can do it, I've seen you do it. Came on my cock the last time and I never even touched you." A groan left you incoherently then, trying to remember that night and failing to do so with the heat of this moment you were in right now.

Had you? You couldn't remember anymore. Your mind was a wild scramble now as you were still trying to piece the words together to beg him for mercy. "So," he pulled away from your neck, leaning heavily on the one hand as he pulled out of you slowly. "You're," he slammed back inside of you, earning a gasp at the feeling of the shocks racing through you. "Gonna," another hard slam against your ass, hitting that spot with ease now. He knew without doubt he could make you do whatever he wanted so long as he hit that one specific place. "Do it," your aching cock jumped at the sensations, "Again." He slammed in and grinded against you, his length heavy inside of you as he rolled over that place that was about to send you spiraling into the white at the edge of your vision.

He slammed a few hard thrusts into your depths as he leaned closer again, you could feel the warmth of his chest this close to your back now. When his low, rumbling voice echoed beside your ear you were done for, "Cum. Now." One last thrust and you were painting the tiles in front of you as you went blind to the world around you. Feeling only the fast thrusts of his cock as it buried deep inside of you over and over again as you tried to catch your breath. Then he was grunting and pulling you back on him as he strained to get deeper while he spilled inside of you. "Fuck, so good, so tight, fuckin perfect you are," his forehead was pressed against your shoulder as he rutted into you soothing the aftershocks of his overstimulated member.

Neither of you spoke for several minutes, just standing there as you both came down from the feeling of pleasure rolling throughout the both of you. John seemed thoroughly spent behind you, his chest rising and falling against your back, and his beard scratching against your skin with every movement one of you made. You were in no better shape, staring down at your softening member and panting into the humid air. It wasn't until the ache in your thigh and shoulder had you shifting that you felt John's head lift.

Felt his eyes burning into the back of your neck and knew he was wondering why you were moving. "My shoulder,” you paused with a grimace before continuing, “I've gotta move it," immediately his hands opened and he let your wrists go. He moved them instead to your waist and wrapped around your front to hug you close to his sweat and water slicked body. 

He was still pressing against your walls, buried deep inside of you but you could feel him softening now. It seemed he was just enjoying the feel of your skin on him again. You couldn't complain though, you were enjoying it just as much. He maneuvered the two of you around, refusing to let you go as he leaned back against the tiles now and let you lay back against him.

His chin rested on your left shoulder, mindful of the injuries you'd already suffered today. A soft murmur against your skin had you tilting your head though as you turned to glance at him with furrowed brows. Just about to ask what he'd said he repeated it without prompting, "Said I missed you." Oh. 

Your chin tilted up just a bit, the corner of your mouth turning up in a hint of a smile. His hands pulled tighter around your waist, nearly squeezing the breath out of you now, "Thought you were going to die today. I didn't have a shot without risking shooting you too, none of us did. He'd have killed you if not for that dog." The brunette pressed his face into your neck again, and you reached a hand up to run over the back of his head. Soothing him the only way you knew how, with physical touch.

Your fingers played in the short brown locks, moving down to his temple and rubbing soothing circles into it. Listening to his quiet sigh at the release of tension you could feel through his whole body. Until finally you were cupping his cheek, fingers scratching along his meticulously cared for beard. You felt his hips grind against yours, his member still pressed deep inside of you and you shied away from it. Wincing at the feeling and shaking your head at the thought of going again, "No more, John.” He halted and you could feel his gaze burning you, “Not right now. Damn." You forced yourself not to move again, taking a second to steady yourself against him.

The worry in those blue eyes when he pulled your face back to his nearly had you melting at the sight. He was holding the both of you frozen in place now as he asked, "Are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you," there he was. That was the John you remembered from back in the UK. Gentle and worrying and so dead set on pleasing you that you never would have guessed he had it in him to be so…dominant.

A slow nod did nothing to ease the worry though. He liked to hear it, wanted to hear you say it out loud so he knew you were telling the truth. "I'll be fine, just didn't expect it. Didn't expect you to be so rough," he was searching for that sincerity and when he found it you could see the smile on his face, even hidden behind that beard.

He pulled your face a bit closer as he leaned in, mouth just a hair's breadth away from yours. "What, you didn't like it?" Finally he closed the distance, lips pressing gently against yours. Pulling away you could still see that smirk as he asked, "Didn't like it when I treated you like a whore? Because you were definitely acting like one earlier today." His lips pressed against yours again and you felt the tease of his tongue against your lips, before he pulled back just a bit and growled out, "A right brat you've been all fuckin day." Another kiss, this one a bit more rough as he stole the breath from your lungs. As if he was trying to take you over so completely you had to rely on him for the very air you breathed.

It was you who broke away this time, letting your head fall back against his shoulder with a satisfied smirk, “Never said I didn’t like it. Just didn’t expect it.” His cheek rested against your shoulder then, breath playing across the skin of your neck in warm waves. It was impossible to move for either of you, well probably not for John but for you most definitely.

Time stood still for you, reveling in the attention you’d only ever received from him before. Finally he shifted behind you again, peppering light kisses to your face and muttering quick, “I’m sorrys” and “I knows”. You squirmed in his arms, trying to pull away, but he held you still with ease, finally pulling out of your depths and settling you against his body once more. After a few minutes you finally lifted your eyes to his again as he gave a little huff of amusement and whispered against your skin, “You need another shower I think. Good thing we’re still in here.”

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Dinner Platter

Pairing: John Price x M!Reader

Summary:

"Darling," he lets out something like a groan as he recognizes the familiar feel of your hands roaming around his middle from behind. He wasn't angry or disgruntled. It was more playful. You were an easy distraction. He was cooking dinner after being away for so long and you couldn't help yourself.

Tags: One-shot, PWP, Analingus, Rimming, Anal sex, Anal fingering, Handjobs, Established Relationship, Bottom Reader, Top John Price, Unsafe Sex

Word Count: 2482

A/N: Not beta'd. Cross-posted on AO3. (If you guys want me to do some shorter imagines/scenarios, leave some requests in my asks inbox!)

You have known John for 6 years now and for 2 of them, you've shared an intimate relationship with him. What started as simple acquaintances through mutual friends soon turned into constant roaming hands, hot showers together, and tight hugs upon his return from deployment. You weren't very keen on his profession, mostly because he disallowed you to think too deeply about it but it didn't bother you. As long as he came home.

"Darling," he lets out something like a groan as he recognizes the familiar feel of your hands roaming around his middle from behind. He wasn't angry or disgruntled. It was more playful. You were an easy distraction. He was cooking dinner after being away for so long and you couldn't help yourself.

You don't reply, just place a kiss against the clothed ridges of his shoulder blades, hands still soothing across the curves of his stomach. He chuckles before placing the wooden spoon he had been working with down and turning the stove off with a click. Then, he's moving his hands over yours and taking a few steps away from the stove so that he can drag you in front of him and hold you close.

It was so simple with him. It had been multiple years, after all. A sense of comfort was to be expected but it never stopped seeming so unreal. Dream-like.

He wraps his arms around you and leans down to kiss you with a smile. Your hands find the sides of his face, holding him like water in your palms, determined to keep every single drop steadily cupped.

"Love you," you say softly in between pecks. He hums, kissing you deeper before letting his hands grab the underside of your ass.

"Love you, too." 

It was easy. It was mindless. It was like clockwork. You'd share a kiss, body heat growing like fresh weeds in a garden, and breaths becoming entangled like the vines growing against the wall of that very same garden. Then, his hands would roam and his kisses would get deeper and deeper. More passionate. You'd let him hear you, unashamed, and he'd eat it up; take every sound in with such gratitude like a beggar. 

His hand finds the front of your sweats, breaking your train of thought, and he smirks when you gasp softly, your eyes fluttering closed while resting your forehead against his.

He grins, "You're hard."

"It's been a while," is all you say, face hot.

He just nods before kissing you again, hand rubbing against your bulge with his other one still on your rear, kneading the muscle there like a baker on an early Monday morning, just before the breakfast rush.

Shit. "Dinner?" Your voice betrays you, shaking and coming out whinier than intended.

"Forget it," he replies before hooking his hands under your knees, lifting you up, and plopping you firmly on the kitchen counter. "We'll heat it up later."

You don't argue, too wrapped up in his entirety and far too distracted as his hands make haste with the strings of your sweatpants, loosening it just enough to reach in and grab your hard cock, releasing it from the confines of the fabric with a satisfied look. He rubs you softly, thumb placing just beneath the head, soaking in your noises.

He wraps his hand around you firmly now, stroking you slowly as he kisses you deep. It’s rather unfortunate that he must silence your pretty sounds but the vibration of your moans against his mouth makes up for the loss. John was always this way - the pleasurer, rather than the pleased. Trust that he was always happily pleased with his time with you, with your reactions and moans, asking for more, but in general, he just wasn't the type to seek out his own gratification before giving you yours. Part of it riled you up inside, part of it made your heart yearn for him all the more.

“Missed you, love,” John says as he kisses down your jaw. “Missed this.” He strokes you and you curl into him. It’s as though his fingers are laced with poison. And yet, his lips somehow carry the antidote.

He was always a sweet-talker, it’s how he got you to be so interested in him in the first place - that and his obvious looks. But he enjoyed praising you, telling you how good you looked, or how you made him feel. He wasn’t always good with his feelings in other matters but when it came to you, he spoke like a poet, a well-renowned lyricist. It sometimes turned your mind into mush, the sweetnesses he’d lay upon you - and it’d never come at a time you’d expect. He’d either be the most heartwarming gentleman while fucking into you ruthlessly or caress your cheeks, whispering soft praises as you wake in the morning. Safe to say, he was quite enamored of you. 

The feeling was mutual.

Speaking of mutual feelings, John now positions himself in between your thighs, cock of his own throbbing through his house shorts. The sight alone has you begging whatever gods may be for some kind of release, not that you’d ever repent for your sinful thoughts when it came to this man. Even if it meant going to something resembling Heaven. You’ve already experienced such a reality and he was right in front of you, rubbing his hardening self against you with no remorse or embarrassment. And you ate it up.

Your hands reach down to finally feel him, the way he twitches against your touch, the way he groans just above you.

"Fuck," he sighs. His hips buck up just slightly, seeking friction, and you chuckle before giving it to him. You take him out of his shorts and boxers and revel at the sight. He always had such a lovely package.

He reaches down to help you. His mouth found yours again as his hands wrap around the both of you, rutting his leaking cock against yours, fucking into his palm. The feeling is life-threatening. 

You follow suit, hips rolling forward as you chase your high. He smirks against your lips before pulling away to look at you, "So handsome. My beautiful boy."

You whine at the praise, face heating up even more - you didn't know that was even possible. 

"Feels so good," you say. "But I, I want-" You struggle to find the words, too lost in the pleasure of his dick against yours.

John kisses you again, understanding you regardless, and chuckles as he lets go of the both of you to help you shimmy off your pants completely. "Loud and clear," he says, eyes cascaded over with lust and desire. "But not here."

Suddenly, he's lifting you up, insisting you wrap your legs around him so that he may hold you closer. Then, you're kissing his neck and shoulders, rolling your hips against him, loving the way your cock rubs against his middle with every movement you make. And he's carrying you to the dining room, laying you against the table, and leaning back to look proudly at his meal.

He kisses down your stomach, your back arches against it, dick twitching in anticipation. 

"I'm going to devour you."

Fuck, please. A man could surely hope.

His rough fingers quickly find the curves of your ass and he grins widely, groaning at the sight. The flat surface of his tongue laps up your hole, sopping up the area to make it easier for his thumb. He pushes the digit into your enclosure, slow yet eager. He knows the ways to rile you up, how your body will react to his fingers, his tongue.

He knew all these things about you and prided himself in this fact, as well.

"John," you sigh, eyes shut as you focus desperately on his touch.

He shushes you happily, smirking against your ass. "Patience."

His tongue finally - thankfully - pushes past the precipice, your hips rising at the feeling. Already, your dick twitches in ecstasy, wanting more, wanting release. He holds you down as if he were taming the lust-driven beast within you but you can feel the way his facial hair curls upwards against you; he's enjoying this just as much as you are.

The planets play games with the stars that enter your hazy vision as your eyes struggle to keep focus on the ceiling above you. They almost resemble gazelles, frolicking happily in the wild, unknowingly being stalked and hunted by the predatory apex predator. John is your leopard. He consumes you in a way so feral, carnal and raw, as if you were just a piece of meat for him to sink his teeth into; nothing more than his dinner, meant to be devoured, yet savored, leaving him licking his fingers afterward, still hungry for more.

He spits once at your hole as he pulls away, his chin slick from his preparations. Two fingers pass easily through and leave you to crumble beneath him, rolling your head against the table, thrashing about as if you were being tortured. He fills you so well but his digits are grains of sand in comparison to his sex.

He just groans at your display. "Needy little thing."

You can't even work up a comeback. It's true. You're both highly aware of this so denying it is futile.

"Lucky for you, I've missed this just as much," he kisses your knee as he positions your leg over his shoulder and drags the head of his cock down your perineum, grinning as he stops at your hole. "Ready, love?"

You nod with furrowed brows, almost furious at the absolute gall this man has but the way he chuckles has you aching for him even more. And god, when he pushes the tip slowly past your rim, you swear you could die.

He pushes in steadily, slow but never faltering. He stretches you so well, his spit only doing so much. You groan, a mix of pain and satisfaction flooding your senses. He holds your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the curves to soothe you as he seeks pleasure of his own deep within you.

Then, when he's filling you entirely, he places a hand on your stomach, imagining where he is within you. It fuels something primal within him, thinking about seeing your belly bulged out as he fucks deep into you. You feel his dick twitch against your walls as he groans, "Look so good stretched out on my cock, don't you, pet?"

Before you can answer, he pushes firmly on your belly with his hand and grabs hold of your leg - still hooked over his shoulder - with the other. He rolls his hips expertly, aiming for that spot that drives you to madness. The angle allows this easily, your mind going blank as you become solely aware of the feeling of him entering and exiting your hole. The sounds fill the room as the scent of sex does, as well. To John, this is the best possible smell - even more welcoming than any perfectly cooked dinner. 

"You're so good," he rasps as he finds his rhythm, fucking deep into you, just the way you like. He keeps his hands on you as he guides himself in and out, loving the way your ass looks as it ripples with every thrust, the way your cock bobs, twitching against nothing, leaking against your stomach and thighs. He moves his hand from your stomach down to your dick, holding it against the rough skin of his palm, fingers wrapping around you, firm and sure - he knows he owns this dick. And he loves possessing that knowledge.

He strokes you at a pace mimicking his own movements, and your brain begins to steam, overcome with heat and desire. You need to come.

"Shit," you grit, finally opening your eyes to bask in the glory of your lover. He always looks good but he looks especially hot when he's using you, when he's chasing his own climax while bringing you to yours. "John, I'm close-"

"Hold out," he turns his head to bite your leg perched on his shoulder. "You can wait a little longer."

You whine at the request.

"That's an order, my love." He corrects you, almost reading your mind.

"Please," you beg but he doesn't let up. Instead, he grips the head of your cock, thumb pressing harshly into your urethra. Cruel.

You try your best to focus on anything but the way your dick cries in his hand, try to imagine how his cock looks, deep in you, stretching you around him, wet and leaking liquid of its own, desperate for its own release just like you. Damnit.

Your hips buck upward and his thumb shifts against your head as a result, sending you over the edge, spilling over his hand and onto your stomach as you curse loudly, a whimpering mess.

John groans, trying to feign anger at your disobedience but the sight of you coming undone beneath him has him thrusting mindlessly, pace quickening as he longs to join you in your ecstasy. 

"Naughty boy," he says as his hips slap against your ass. He brings your other leg up to his other shoulder and holds you tightly as he somehow pushes even deeper than before. "Fuck, how will you make up for this. Huh, pretty boy?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you cry as he reaches back down to your cock, overstimulating you. 

"Gonna take me deep, aye?"

"Yes! Yes, please. Shit, John."

"Gonna come again no matter how much it hurts because your dick, this ass, and your orgasm- they're all mine, " his thrusts falter slightly as he grows closer. "Say it, baby."

You lean your head back against the table as your eyes roll back, "I'm all yours- everything. Please. I'll do anything you want, I- Fuck-" You come again and your legs spasm against John's shoulder, he strokes you even still.

"Good boy," he smirks before thrusting a final time, moaning low as he spills, painting your insides with his seed.

Warmth spreads over you as he keeps himself slotted within, wanting to keep you filled. His hand rests on your stomach, smearing your spend over your skin while imaging how his own swirls inside. He tries not to reignite his lust from the thought, settling on slowly lowering your legs from his shoulders instead.

"You good, lovely?" He asks with a soft and reassuring cadence, leaning over to kiss your collarbone as his hands rub up and down your sides.

You nod, satisfied and fucked out. He chuckles softly at your expression, taking it in affectionately. 

"Let's clean up and then eat, yeah?" He carefully drags you down the table and into his arms before you can answer and you hum against his warmth, holding him close as he carries you to the washroom. 

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My god cant stop thinking about riding Price and you’re unable to keep quiet because it feels good, head lolling back and eyes fluttering shut as your hands dig into his shoulder and Price is ever so composed, eyes half lidded mouth agape, while taking deep breathes, every once a while a “sh love” tumbles past his lips, even slipping two fingers into your mouth to quiet you down, and when you look down you see that you’re making an absolute mess, precum smearing on both of your abdomens, and Price is quick to cup your cheek, thumb gently caressing as the words “don’t worry about it love just cum for me yeah?” Tumbles past his lips

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why female reader writers don't use the tags "f!reader" or "fem!reader?", they just put "reader"...it's neutral! "reader" is neutral 😭😭

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Omg can we get the male version of Moaning Sensualy?!

Of course!🥰

Moaning Sensually (Male Version)

It most likely happens because you all haven't found time to "play" in a bit and convincing Hannibal to deter from your sleep schedule is very, very, hard to do.

They both noticed it, but Will honestly thought he was just imagining it, and Hannibal thought it was just a once kind of thing. You've never done it before. However you kept moaning, and soon you were even grinding your hips into nothing.

God... It drove them crazy. They watched for a while. Eventually it was Will who couldn't take it anymore.

Will, will move you slowly trying not to startle you. He'll slide his hand down whatever covering you have on. He'll rub his thumb over the slit, feeling your pre cum leaking out. Will, will start to slowly stroke your hard member.

Hannibal was content to watch this all happen. He found it fascinating. Your reactions and Wills. However even he couldn't ignore his own cock hardening in his sleep pants.

Soon Hannibal will also be playing with your sleeping body. He'll kiss and bites the back of your neck. Every time your body unconsciously tries to thrust into Will Hannibal will grab your hips to steady them.

They get so bold you'll slowly start to wake up to them having their way with your body. Your shock doesn't last but a few seconds.

When they become aware you're awake they take things one more step. Both burrowing their dicks in your ass. They'll stretch you out quickly with the help of the lube Hannibal pulls from the drawer.

Despite the pain and pleasure they'll coax you to go back to sleep. Hannibal and Will will even agree to stop all attacks on your body till you drift off again.

They love the thought of you having no idea what's happening as they fuck you. If you try to move they'll hold you down.

Once you're asleep again they'll start slowly thrusting. They'll indulge in your sleepy moans and the disturbed thoughts in their heads.

The next morning you'll wake up still stuffed with their cocks. You'll be filled with their cum. You'll be covered in hickeys, bruises, and bite marks. Your cum will cover Wills hand, which is still wrapped around your sore cock. You'll have very little recollection of what transpired.

Later Will and Hannibal will talk with (manipulate) you about this being a regular occurrence. In all honesty they just love you being so defenseless. And they love you.

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Tumblr wtf

tem pstories like "fatherxson" "childxmale reader" have appeared in my recommendations and they were all obscenities. Is Tumblr really that dark? I'm sscared...

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crazy imagination...

I've been thinking mostly about Price, who has an affair with his best friend's son (M!reader) and who Mreader is a femboy, God Help me!

#gay #male reader #john price x male reader

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Can you do a fic where the team gets back from a really stressful mission and M reader had messed up during the mission and when he got back started crying in his room and then price walked in and sat him on his lap and rocked him until he stopped crying (my daddy issues are acting up sorry, also can I be like 🕷️ anon it’s ok if your not doing that tho)

Price x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Soap getting shot and Gaz having a concussion,

A/N: Spider anon!!!! (Que me getting unreasonably excited over having an emoji anon person, yes please I'd love that.) I

There were days where everything went just right. Missions gone as planned, everyone making it out unscathed and in a good mood. Today was not one of those days. In fact, it seemed like it was doing its best job to be the direct opposite. It was a high risk mission, infiltrating an infamous cartel's main base of operation for crucial information. Your job was to get in and get out with the info, to be long gone before they even suspected something was wrong

But instead, you tripped on air and subsequently alerted the entire compound to the task forces presence. Starting a fire fight that ended up with Soap shot in the leg and Gaz with a concussion. It was pure luck that the bullet missed the Scotts arteries by a inch. You'd ended up with the information, sure, it was enough to make Laswells job 10 times easier. But that didn't stop the ache in your chest when you saw Soap leaning on Ghost. Hobbling into his seat on the evac heli. Sitting down in your own seat, you barely managed to keep yourself from crying then and there. Tears threatened to spill as you re-playing the mission, and more importantly what you did to mess it up, the entire ride. Too focused on the mistakes to notice Price glancing over at you. His normally hard gaze softened as he gazed at you.

When the helicopter landed, you were the first to get up and hurriedly walked off. Each second you sped up as you got closer to your room. Your chest was beginning to get uncomfortably tight and your breathing became unsteady. Rushing into your room, you quickly and not-so-carefully closed the door behind you. Everything coming to a stand still as you stood in the entrance of your room. It was dark, everything was as you left it, it was peaceful. Finally a tear fell, a choked sob escaped your lips as tears started to cascade down your face. Finally alone, adrenaline worn off, and exhausted from being shot at only intensified the hurricane of emotions you were feeling. Breathing unsteady as you ripped off the various straps and holsters on your body, discarding the gear onto your floor. Sitting down on your bed it felt like an endless loop of analyzing what went wrong and your brain tormenting you for it. How their injuries were avoidable, you barley even registered Price entering the room. He knew from the look he got of you on the helicopter that something was wrong. The way your body was stiff in the seat and your eyes were unfocused the entire flight made his heart ache. Price hoped that you'd come to him for it, to talk or to just distress and calm down after the hectic mission. But his plans changed when you all but sprinted off the evac helicopter. Price had followed after you, standing on the other side of your door thinking about what he'd say to you before he heard your sobbing. Price's heart shattered as he looked down at you on your bed, "Oh, love..." He cooed, closing the door behind him so that no one could walk past and see you so vulnerable. Finally your head snapped up to look up at him, your eyes meeting his jaded blue ones. They softened when you looked at him, filled with a love that he only held for you. Price took a step forward, whispering a small "Can I sit?", waiting for your shakey nod before plopping himself down next to you. Tears still poured down your face as you sat sit by side, the quiet only disturbed by your occasional sniffles. Price turned to you slowly, "Do you want me to rock you, baby boy? You don't have to say yes." He whispered slowly, making sure that he gave you a out in case you'd rather not be touched. "Yes please." You sniffled, turning to climb into Price lap. His carefully toned arms helping to guild you into a comfortable position for the both of you. Free of guns and gear your bodies fit together perfectly, like a carefully crafted puzzle. Carefully putting a warm hand on the back of your head, Price guided your head into the crook of his neck. Allowing you to settle before the other came to rub along your back. Slowly rubbing up and down as the pleasant warmth he naturally emitted seeped into your skin. Making sure you were comfortable Price began to slowly rock. Holding you close to himself as he swayed back and fourth on the bed. Allowing you to cry into his shoulder as he calmly rocked you, he placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "Take as long as you need, love. I'll be here as long as you'll have me" Price hummed into the top of your head. ----------------------------------------------------

A/N 2.0: I'm a little nervous since this is my first fic fic on this account, and I'm kinda rusty so I hope I did well :D Thanks for reading :>

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Bouncer! Price and young (legal) male reader when

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"Barbie, Y/N and I kissed." Ken said with a smile on his face. They were laying down on beach chairs, soaking up some rays. Barbie pulled her pink shades down and smiled at the blonde–haired male. "Really? That's great. How was it?"

Ken thought for a moment. "Magical. And kinda awkward at first, but it made my heart race and my body sweat and suddenly I got hard—"

"—Okay, Ken. That's good. Congratulations."

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Your bodyguard! Ghost post was so good 😩 having him as a brat tamer is so good...

If you're alright with it... would you ever write Bodyguard Price who's also a brat tamer but takes a more... painful approach? Consensually ofc, then again if you aren't ok with impact play or stuff like that it's fine!

Ashsbsbsb I think I should make this into a series like the fuck- also thinking about posting a yan! Bodyguard oc.

NSFW Bodyguard!Captain Price x Rich Brat! Male Reader - Price Bodyguard Headcanons

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: spankings, suggested age difference (reader is at like 18-21 in my head).

Price is an older man, highly experienced in combat and training little brats like you. DILF all the way, knows exactly how to fluster you and put you in your place.

A rich brat like you, that’s been raised too lightly needs a iron fist to set you straight. Besides, he kinda hates you, just a little. At first he treats you like a soldier, tries to get you to exercise and learn self defense, but that quickly turns into more… intimate punishment sessions.

At the end of your military-like training, your face will be flushed and sweaty, your shirt damp and either see through from wet, or clinging to your skin showing off your hard nipples. It starts to affect him more than he’d like.

He’ll be hard during your sessions, and you quickly catch on to his arousal. You start teasing him, wiping your chin with the bottom of your shirt, revealing your perky nipples, bending over and making sure that he gets a full view.

You’ll start to act a little flirtier too, hanging onto his every word, asking to touch his muscles, getting ready for your training sessions with more vigor.

Surprisingly, it takes awhile for him to notice your behavior, but when he does, there is no going back. He’ll start by helping you stretch, bending you over and grinding his erection against your ass, both of you waiting for the other to make the next move.

Then it’s helping you bathe and shower, complementing your clothes, or degrading them, and squeezing your ass and chest during “training”.

You start to spend more time with him than your friends, claiming that you simply want to go to dinner or a cafe, when you’re actually trying to get him on a date with you.

After relentless teasing and flirting, it ends up driving both of you mad. Mostly him. He eventually confronts you about both your behavior and his, and being the mature adult he is, he suggests a romantic relationship.

But you, being the bratty little rich kid you are, sees a chance to tease him a little more. So you offer a counter proposal: sex friends.

He thought that the both of you liked each other, and so his behavior sours over the next few days, but he quickly agrees.

He won’t be gentle with you at first, his grip practically bruising your hips, hard spankings, but if you stop, then he’ll stop. The first time he tries to give you a hickey on your neck, you stop him immediately, and his heart sinks.

But you’ll let him mark you in other places, which he takes extreme advantage of. Your thighs and chest are covered in bites and hickeys, and it’ll stay that way until you decide to start officially dating.

But you just love teasing this pathetically hot old man <3

Extra: offers you some of his cigars. But is really mean about your reaction.

If you’re too used to smoking, he’ll punish and degrade you, telling you to treat your body better.

If you start coughing and sputtering, he’ll be an asshole like, “you’re filthy rich and can’t even take a smoke?” And laughs about it like a dick, forcing you to smoke a little more.

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Can you please do König x male reader whos short (like 5’4) and likes to wear kinda feminine things and sometimes needs help reaching things? (Like im a dude but GOD DAMN or short shorts comfy as hell- like- idk man but its so comfy but if you bent over or try to reach something up high a bit of your ass is gonna show *hint hint*)

Feel free to ignore if you dont wanna write this! Have a good day!

König x short M!reader who likes feminine clothes

Warnings: reader wears feminine clothes, anal sex(off-screen consent)

With how short you are, König wouldn’t even call you maus, you’d be little maus.

König will tease you by resting his elbow on your head to remind you of how much height he has on you.

You’re so short and cute, he loves how easily he can wrap himself completely around you. He loves the idea of using his huge body to protect you from danger.

To say he likes seeing you in feminine clothes is an understatement. He's constantly trying to control his excitement when he sees you in skirts, heels, thigh-highs, shorts, etc. He can't help it when you look so good in everything you wear.

Speaking of shorts, you love to wear them around the house. They’re so comfy and cute, and they make your ass look good.

You’ve noticed that when you wear them, König’s eyes are on you way more than usual. You can’t help but want to tease him.

And what better way to do that than by purposely throwing yourself in his line of sight and bending over because you ‘"accidentally dropped something?”

König sees the way your ass strains against your shorts and the way the bottom of your ass peeks out.

You'll get away with it for the first few times because König is kind of oblivious. But he eventually catches on, and if it’s attention you want from König, you’ll get it.

-

"Ah- ah, Köni, slow down!"

König grips your hips as he thrusts into your hole. You’d teased König one too many times, and he finally snapped. Snatching you up and bending you over the counter.

You were "struggling" to reach a cup that was on the top shelf. Reaching up and standing on your tippy toes so that your shorts lifted and König got a perfect view of your plump ass. You knew what you were doing. That’s exactly why your brain is being fucked out by König now.

"K-Köni I can't, it’s too much."

"You can take it, little maus, I know you can."

König stares at his cock disappearing into your sloppy hole. It drives him feral. You continued to moan while König grinded up against your prostate with every thrust, causing your back to arch and you to push back up against him.

"Köni, I'm gonna-"

You came with a scream. Your whole body twitches; had it not been for König holding your waist, you would’ve fallen. With a few more thrusts, König spills his load inside you with a groan. Gripping your hips tightly enough to bruise, he rides out his orgasm inside your fluttering hole. He pulls out, making you whine. "Are you okay, maus?" He stokes your hair, attempting to comfort you.

You nod, utterly exhausted.

"Let’s get you cleaned up."

König picks you up, kisses your forehead, and takes you to your shared bedroom.

Bonus

"What the heck, König?! These were my favorite shorts!"

You dangle your ripped shorts in front of his face. Your shorts were torn in half and completely unwearable. König really didn’t mean to rip them apart. How was he supposed to know the fabric was so flimsy?

"I’m sorry! It was an accident, mein engel. I’ll get you new ones, I promise.”

You know König didn’t do it on purpose, so you can’t stay mad at him.

“Okay I forgive you…but they have to be f/c, you got that?”

 (And he get you new ones because he’s such a good hubby. <3)

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STRESS RELIEF

Warning: Sub!bottom reader!, Dom!top Miguel, Rough play, Breeding kink miguel!, Voyeurism, use of pet names (Good boy etc.), office sex, oral sex, gagging and unprotected sex

This Smut is intended for amab readers, fem aligned readers dni

(This is my first smut fic i ever wrote so im sorry if its a bit rough or amateur i thought i just might try doing this 😭, i also added a bit of fluff in the end lol)

After A hard day of chasing miles morales he eventually escaped with the help of his friends. now he has to find Miles all over again and not to mention the anomaly "The Spot" thats constantly being a pain in the ass to even get a finger on. disappointed Miguel went back to the spidey HQ to asses the situation with layla; its late at night and everyone already went home so he has to pull an all nighter for this one. as he was about to enter his dark and quiet office when he noticed a cubicle being lit up by a computer; he went over to check at the cubicle.

"hey! who's there? (y/n)? why are you still here? you should be home." Miguel asks with frustration and disappointment. you were his assistant but he doesn't want you to work late hours just like him. he worries that you'll be exhausted.

"oh sorry sir. i was just doing paperwork and theres quite a few..." you say let out an awkward laugh as you rub the back of your neck. Miguel puts his hand on his hips as he squeezes the bridge of his nose with the other one; "just get it done... and will you get me a coffee while you're at it? if you dont mind." he said with a deep and exhausted voice. "uh yes sir, ill get you a coffee as soon as possible!" you say immediately as you get up and go to the coffee shop just across the street. Miguel sighs as he turns his back and entering his office again.

you grabbed your coat and prepared to exit the building into the cold and windy night. there were rarely any cars around as you walk across the street; the silent buzzing of the lamp above you as you walk, the damp sound of your boots thumping the ground, your hot breath as you exhale around the cold air; it was all so calming to be just by yourself and not worrying about any reports or documents to get done. ring you enter the coffee shop and greet the barista "hey! (y/n)! nice to see you" Joe plasters a wide grin on his face as he waves at you. "hey Joe can i get the usual?" you chuckle as you approach the enthusiastic barkeep. it puzzles you how someone could be this energetic especially when its late at night. "one latte and café americano coming right up" Joe smiles as he gets to work and you sit down by the window silently observing the place you work at. The towering building reminds you of so much; the first time you went there for your job application, the people you met and hanged out with. ever since you started working here it's been great; you were able to hold down a job and live a comfortable life. ding Joe rang a bell and you snap out of your melancholic trance. "Here's your order (y/n)" you get up from your seat and hand him the payment "Thanks Joe I'll see you around" you chuckle as you wave goodbye and head back to your boss who's waiting for his coffee.

You reach the 20th floor and exit the elevator; you make your wake to his office. "ugh... (y/n)" you hear muffled moans when you approach the door when you hear his deep growls your body immediately tenses up. "you're so cute..." You peep through a slight crevice through the door. you see him then and there stroking his throbbing cock as he calls out your name. "im close... (y/n)" you gasp as you back away and clear your throat. "Sir? your coffee is here" you knock on the door. "Oh- uhh come in!" coffee in hand, you enter his poorly lit office. he always preferred it that way although, you always wondered why. "Here is your coffee sir a caffé americano just as you like it" your body tenses up more as you know he's hard down there and its because of you; as you place it down Miguel suddenly grabs your wrist his talons flexing and protruding "i heard you peeping at me through that hole (y/n)" as Miguel pulls you close to him your body freezes on the spot "do you want a better view cariño?" he leans in and you can see his tip dripping wet with precum.

"Please... Miguel..." you try to avoid his gaze but he grabs your chin and tilts your head downward as he forces you to look at him "Please what cariño?" Miguel lets out a deep and menacing laugh "Be clear with your words boy." Miguel says sternly as he grips one of your thighs with his hands. his sharp talons poking your thigh but not enough to draw blood. "Please... continue..." Miguel's lips curled into a grin "That's more like it. good boy" Miguel begins to move his calloused hands; as it travels up your body he lets his fingers slide through your smooth and soft skin. "your skin im feels like a soft cloud mi vida.." Miguel says as he leans in your neck leaving behind a couple kisses here and there. Miguel continues tracing the shape of your body and he lands on where he started. He pinches and twisted your nipples it tingled and burned against his touch. this turned you into a moaning and whimpering mess. "Miguel... that feels so good..." you bite your lip and you begin to move your hips rubbing against his huge boner. the shape of his girth and the way he was playing with your chest like stress balls drowned you in pure ecstasy. "Getting impatient now are we cariño?" Miguel stops what he's doing and he grabs your waist "Such small and slutty waist i wonder how they'll feel when i use them" He grabs your ass and spreads them "oh and im sure these will feel good too" Miguel looks you dead in the eye letting you know what he's about to do next

"im sorry sir i didn't mean to-" Miguel cuts you off mid sentence as he lifts you up and he places you on his lap. you can feel his boner pressing against your rear as he stares you down ready to absolutely swallow you whole. "shhh callate ahora... we can keep this a secret cariño" Miguel leans in close to your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe; his fangs slightly poking your ear. "you're so adorable cariño all tense like that... i could eat you up right here..." Miguel's hands creep under your clothes as he traces your back. his warm hands making you involuntarily whimper as you arch your back; Miguel smirks as he heard you let out a quiet whimper "Que lindo (How cute)" Miguel removes his hands as he violently rips your buttoned down long sleeve polo. this makes you gasp and "that was my favorite shirt..." Miguel chuckles "Well, you look better without it" Miguel looks up at you as his smug expression seems to be clearly enjoying your reaction. "What do we have here?" Miguel's eyes fell to your chest, letting his calloused hands travel to your waist and closer to your thighs. But something glimmering caught his attention. "Oh?" A low chuckle would rumble as he traced his fingers around your nipple piercing, "What do we have here?" he flicks your pierced nipples. "where have you been hiding this huh? such a naughty naughty boy" Miguel continues to flick and twist your pierced nipple as he takes the other one in his mouth. "ahh... Miguel..." Miguel smiles deviously as he takes your swollen nipple in his mouth. "Hold still cariño" Miguel growls as he plays with the metal object that's attached to your nipple using his tongue. you start to moan and whimper as he plays around with your swollen and sensitive chest; "Miguel... too good..." your chest rises and falls as every sensation shoots pleasure up your brain and makes your whole body start to shake. Miguel stops abruptly as he smirks and leans in your ear "Yeah? Beg for it then."

as he was about to tear your clothes to shreds you two were interrupted by a facetime call. he picks you up and sets you down under his desk and his bulge throbbing right in front of you. the shape of his dick under his Spider-Man suit was impressive. his hard cock pressing against the tight fabric as he sat down properly; it was irresistible. your eyes were fixed at his cock glaring back at you as if its taunting you to suck it. you hear miguel talk with one of the Spider-Man that he worked with earlier you decided to have your turn with him. you slowly unzip his Spidey suit his cock immediately springs out and it even slaps your face. Miguel's eyes widened as he looked down at you; his eyes fueled with surprise and rage "Uh miguel? Are you listening?" Miguel Clears his throat and looks back up "Uh yes, you were saying?" Miguel continues his conversation with the nice lady hes on the phone with. You slowly licked Miguel's tip; the w way his precum drips down your tongue like a busted faucet makes you want to lick it up more. you start licking the base of his shaft and then his glans. "So it seems that the spot wa-" Miguel abruptly stops with a groan as you lick up his leaking tip. "Miguel? you good?" Miguel snarls at you knowing he cant do anything yet "yeah im fine, im kind of busy right now ill call you later" Miguel bids farewell to the nice person as he ends the call. you dont even notice their conversation as youre too busy licking up and lapping his dripping dick. Miguel growls at you "You really want my dick that badly huh? you cant wait to slobber all over it? have at it then" Miguel grabs a handful of your hair as he lines up his dick to your mouth and pushes; He pushes it in deep all the way to the base of his huge cock. "how do you like that huh? i bet youre enjoying the taste of my cock now its all the way down your throat like a good slut you are"

your protests were muffled by Miguel's whole length down your throat. "MmpH!" was all you managed to say as you gripped on his thighs trying desperately to pull away. "Whats wrong (Y/n)? wasnt this what you wanted huh?" Miguel snaps at you he sounded pissed and he wants to put you in your place. Miguel then pressed down further you chin dripping with spit and drool as it sticks to Miguel's balls; he lets go just to catch your breath. "Hah... hah..." your chest falls and rises rapidly as Miguel's precum dripped down his shaft. "We're not done yet cariño" Miguel laughs sadistically as he grabs you by your arms and pins both your hands on his desk "since you clearly want it so bad, ill give it to you good" miguel rips apart your pants his rough hands traces your waist. he moves down lower as he reaches your ass and he feels around. "oh this will be good" his laugh gets deeper and colder as he bends over; his hot throbbing dick pressed against your lower back. "You'll regret playing me (Y/n)" his talons flex as he opens your ass wide open. rip the sound of fabric tearing as he finally rips apart the last remaining clothing you had on. "your puckering hole is just waiting to get fucked" Miguel slaps his drool coated dick on your rear he whispers to you "im gonna make you cry and beg for more"

/Time skip/

Miguel stops abruptly as he opens a drawer and takes out lube you stare at it as he squeezes some on his hand "wait- why do you have lube in your office?" you pant as you ask Miguel "Its better to be ready and not need it or need it and not be ready" Miguel says panting as he rubs some of the lube on his dripping dick. an idea flashes through your mind as you push him down his office chair. "its my turn to take the wheel" you say as you get on his lap and line his dick on your hole. you slowly lower yourself down halfway and you stop. His impressive size was appalling; it already felts so good half-way in you. savoring the sensation you try to prepare yourself for his girth. Miguel seems annoyed as you suddenly stop moving. he grabs your slutty waist and rams you down his fat cock. you let out a lewd moan as it crushes your prostate. you gasp as you try to collect your thoughts from the sudden sensation burning your mind. Miguel pants and squeezes your ass as he begins to thrust on your fat piece of cake. he growls and squeezes down not letting you go anywhere but deeper down on his cock. he watches you bounce up and down while you make noises of pleasure making him smile proudly. "yeah.. thats right be a good boy and take my cock like a slut." Miguel pushes you down deeper as his cock directly presses on your g spot. "Miguel... please..." you beg miguel as he stops and just keeps his cock in you. its throbbing and twitching like crazy. "Not yet Cariño... i wanna see you ride me." Miguel Sneers as you squeeze down on him. As you start riding in your own pace Miguel leans back and puts his hands on the back of his head enjoying the view before him. the more you ride his cock them more it seems to grow inside of you. As you moved yourself up and won on him you began to drool. the wet slicking of his dick on your ass felt so good; everytime it hits your prostate you were sure too see a glimpse of heaven. "You look so good in this position Cariño" Miguel reaches down and feels your hips and thighs as you ride him. saddling up to make yourself feel secure as he guides along your waist as he watches you ride.

After hours of nonstop fucking, (y/n) could only focus on the pleasure he was receiving. His mind could only focus on the man who gave him ecstasy. His voice was starting to hurt from shouting Miguel's name. "Too..ah..much" (y/n) whimpers begging for release. "Hush cariño... im almost there..." Miguel's rough voice drowned out y/n's moans. (y/n) practically lost count of how many times he came. "I can't..." (y/n) moans out.. "yes you can, baby.." Miguel's thrusts were getting rougher and faster. the wet slapping of skin crashing against each other echoes through the office. "do it for me cariño... Just one more" That was a lie. Miguel didn't plan on stopping not until the sun was rising. After one final deep thrust he finally released his final load "Agh...! Cariño im cumming!" Miguel buckles his hip as he grabs your ass and pushes it deep inside you as he came. "Miguel- youre filling me up!" (y/n) yells in surprise as miguel shoots his load deep within (y/n)'s gut. "Fuck im gonna give you my babies" Miguel keeps on going; shooting his load deeper into you it felt like a bump was appearing on your tummy as he does so. Miguel snuggles his lips on your neck as he finally lets his cock slip out of your gaping hole. your shaking legs finally give out as his seed slowly drips onto hour thigh "That was alot..." (y/n) says breathlessly. "Apologies, cariño... i got carried away." Miguel's voice seems to be at ease; somewhat satisfied i guess he had some stress relief. miguel picks you up and cleans after you. he takes you to his apartment since he ripped apart your clothes and gave you some of his clothes. "Thank you Miguel..." You thank him as you grab his clothes. as you put it on his clothes seem too big for you; the sleeves of his shirt droops below your elbow which exposes your neck and his baggy pants that looks like a pajama. "(y/n) you look so cute...) Miguel stares you down with admiration as he grabs you by the waist and outs you down in bed. "Can we cuddle? i feel tired after what we did at your office" (y/n) says sheepishly as he grabs Miguel's arms around his waist and presses against him. "Sure Thing cariño" Miguel kisses you around the nape of your neck as both of you drift to sleep.

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Ghost: did you call my captain a dirty man?

M!reader: no, your captain he is a... hot- your captain ishh--... has the hot arm-

hoot... éhhh thick-

gaz: he thinks our captain is hot!

M!reader: no! no... That is not what I said. I said your captain is a stud, that your captain is a... f-filly! your captain is a sorrel 🤤 your captain is a HORSE *imagining the captain without a shirt*

ghost: ARRIVE M!READER!

*soap stifling laughter with a pillow*

M!reader: ok...so your captain is handsome, no no... he's not handsome he's h-hot...

ghost: STOP!

hey guys, it's been a while since i posted anything here, i ended up disappearing out of nowhere, but it was because my classes came back and i lost a little desire not only to write but to get on tumblr. Maybe I won't keep doing weekly or recurring posts, so I apologize to those who follow me and followed me because of my content, but I'm here to thank you, when I posted one of my first posts and the next day I woke up with several reblogs that made me feel loved, I'm not going to lie lol, I like it when people like what I do, but I ended up that after a while my "obsession" with COD passed a little and I didn't feel like writing anymore anything. Thank you so much for all the support you've given me in the posts, thank you for the happy birthdays you've given me too, and for the happiness you've given me, it's been great to be with you all this time. I will never forget you. 💓Thank you, maybe it's not goodbye, we'll see you around.

(I secretly love you)

#cod x male reader #task force 141 x male reader #gay #male reader #john price x male reader #alejandro x male reader #cod mw2 #mw2 #soap mactavish x male reader #captain price x male reader

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Love Game

Pairing: Dom!Miguel Ohara x Sub!male Reader

Warning: This fanfic contains smut and is intended for AMAB readers. mentions of Rough sex, Teasing, bareback and use of sex toys will be in this fanfic. Be advised

(A/n: i thought of the title because i was listening to lady gaga's song "Love game" after writing this fic LMAO)

After losing a bet with Mr O'Hara, you now owe him a favor. (y/n) doesn't know when he'll use that favor or what he'll make you do. you just know deep inside its something dangerous. "(Y/n) about that bet..." Miguel catches him off guard as you try to think of what to do when the time eventually comes. As you snap out of it he realizes that the time is now, before he can process the situation Miguel grabs you by the arm and pulls you in a utility closet. "Get ready for a challenge cariño... this won't be easy but oh well... who said it was in the first place?" Miguel plasters a smug smile on his face as he pulls out a vibrator. "Wait- Miguel I-" Miguel places a finger on your lips; his long and rough fingers stopping your protest as he unbuckles your belt. "I won fair and square..." Miguel lets out a rumbling growl as he squeezes your thigh. Your mind flashes back to the night before; A busy pub where people spend their night to drink and relax, Miguel sits down beside you and orders a drink. You pay him no mind as you continue to drink away your sorrows.

"Rough day huh?" Miguel nods and grabs a drink before taking a swig of his whiskey. My eyes turn to the huge and buff man, my eyes carefully analyzing his bulk body; I take a another gulp of my drink and answer his question with a groggy voice. "Mhm! right on..." My body slumps over as i raise my glass beckoning the barkeep for another drink. "woah... slow down there buddy" Miguel chuckles taking his drink into his mouth. I side eye him raising a brow "Hey- you know what, I challenge you to a drinking contest big guy!" as I challenge Miguel to a drink he scoffs and turns towards me, his fingers gently placed on my chin, "I dont think youd handle it little boy" My cheeks deepens in color as your talons flex under my skin. "We'll see about that!" you pull away breaking Miguel's gentle touch, (y/n) takes Miguel's whiskey and chugs it down. (Y/n) slams it down on the table; He lets out an audible exhale as the strong liquid travels down to his stomach, burning his tongue and warming his insides. He looks up at Miguel, his eyes widen in surprise he didn't expect such a guy to take in a strong whiskey that easily. After a while you were both spent but neither would give up; on the verge of liver failure and organ shutdown you finally yield and throw up inside one if the toilets stalls. When you finally wake up, your head is banging inside your skull; you realize you took it to far and went black out drunk.

Snap back to the present and now you're now face to face with the intimidating man you challenged. you realize what you've gotten yourself into; and you're clearly starting to regret your decisions. "So, what say you (y/n)?" Miguel's lips curl into a malicious smile as he places the vibrator in front of you. with no choice you are forced to face the challenge presented by Miguel himself. (Y/n) owly nods his head; as Miguel See's your timid response he wastes no time as he flips you around grabbing a packet of lube and ripping it open; Miguel slathers the lube on his calloused hand and he rubs lubricant on the vibrator he slowly inserts it inside (y/n)'s ass. you shiver as the cold liquid touched your soft anal walls. As Miguel finished inserting it in, you feel it directly pressing against your prostate; the sheer amount of pleasure driving you mad. Miguel's hands begin to roam and explore your body. his rough and calloused hands move up your shirt as he feels around your bare chest glistening with sweat from how Miguel is pressing up against (y/n). "You're my dirty little secret, Mi amor" his hot breath hitting the back of your neck as he presses the vibrator deeper into (y/n)'s ass; crushing your prostate. Miguel enjoys your reaction as he watches you squirm and writhe in pleasure below him. "Only i know how good it feels when you're beneath me, begging for more" as (y/n) begins to grind his hips against the vibrator, pressing against Miguel's crotch trying desperately to bury it deeper down his guts; Miguel suddenly pulls your pants up and smacks your ass. the sudden slap making you yelp in surprise. "Behave... you dont want me to lose control trust me." Miguel says in a stern and cold manner as he tries to keep his reserved and stoic appearance.

Miguel smacks his (y/n)'s once more, the vibrator jumping inside as you jolt from Miguel's harsh slap on your rear. Miguel leaves and you follow soon after. you walk down the hall and greet the other spidermen and spiderwomen normally as if nothing is out of the ordinary. but little do they know you secretly have a vibrator shoved up your ass directly pressing against your most sensitive areas. you hastily make your way to the lab and sit down; (y/n) gasps as it presses down on my prostate squeezing it, you slump over your desk. (y/n)'s huge boner looking at you begging for release. your co worker looks at you with concern, "you okay man?" you snap your head back up as you look at him with a smile and (y/n) nods instantaneously "yup i just didn't get enough sleep haha" you chuckle awkwardly. "i better get up better and go get coffee!" your coworker awkwardly laughs back as he looks at you hearing a faint buzzing sound. he looks up wondering if the lights above were broken... you makes your way to the vending machine; (y/n)'s breathing becomes heavy as he tucks his huge erection to his waist band; after he has slightly calmed down he chooses a coffee. unbeknownst of Miguel's arrival, He sees (y/n) getting coffee. Miguel seemed curious and enticed as he knows you have a vibrator inside your ass. with the remote in Miguel's hand. he takes it out and press vibrate. Miguel leans next to a wall as he looks at you, Miguel sees you frantically looking around spotting if anyone saw you flinch in an unnatural way. the buzzing of the vibrator combined with the pleasure of it pressing against your tight anal walls distracts you from finding Miguel. you grab the coffee and start to drink it. as you slowly placed the cup on your lips, it goes even faster; your legs begin to shake as the vibrations move like the waves of an earthquake inside you. (y/n) jolts forward and crosses his legs. you grab a nearby chair and boom. bad choice because as you sits down its not only pressing against your prostate its digging even deeper into you.

Miguel watches (y/n) from afar, enjoying the way he's squirming and fidgeting as the vibrator works its magic on him. He can see the way (y/n)'s breathing is getting heavier and more labored, and he knows that you're getting close to the edge.

He presses the vibrate button even harder, the buzzing sound growing louder and more intense. you jolts forward in your chair, crossing your legs as the pleasure courses through your body. Miguel can't resist any longer. Miguel calls (y/n)'s phone; it suddenly buzzes in your pocket. you gasp softly as you thought the vibration is about to get much worse. you answer the call from Miguel and put the phone close to your ear.

"You like that, mi amor?" he whispers, the rumbling of his deep husky voice sending shivers down (y/n)'s spine. "You like having that vibrator deep inside you, making you feel so good?"

You turn around and see Miguel looking at you with lust and desire in his eyes. You shift in your seat as you try to contain your desire for him. "What's wrong cariño? something caught your tail?" Miguel stares straight at you as people walk by between the lobby area; the air wrapping your tense body as it begins to shake. the vibrations becoming too much to bear, your chest rises and falls while he maintains eye contact with Miguel; he looks at you smirking and enjoying the way you shake before him. In a blink of an eye he's gone and something catches your attention, something grabs your hand and pulls you to a dark corner of the building. Realizing it was Miguel who caught you, your eyes widen in relief as you thought he was gonna take it out. "Miguel.... i cant take this... s'too much.." you cling to Miguel's shoulder as your words become slurred and diminished. pleading for release, you beg before Miguel to take it out and instead put his cock in; Miguel ignores (y/n)'s cries of pleasure; paying no heed to your sobbing, Miguel just quiets you down by kissing you. your movements get sloppier and shakier as your legs are on the verge of giving up. "fuck... Miguel..." (y/n) calls out his name in desperation.

"I know it feels intense, mi amor, but just hold on a little longer," he whispers, his lips hovering over (y/n)'s plump kissers. "I promise you won't regret it."

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pressing the vibrator harder and harder, watching you as you squirm and moan louder with euphoria. He knows that you're on the verge of exploding, and he's not about to let you off the hook yet.

Finally, Miguel relents and takes out the vibrator. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the pressure ease, but before you can catch your breath, he replaces it with his thick, pulsing cock....

Miguel slowly pushes inside you, the sensations building as he feels his girth stretching you open.you yell in ecstacy as Miguel's tip makes its way into the insides of your soft anal walls. you can feel your guts slowly molding itself to the shape of Miguel's cock; as you presses himself against the wall, Miguel leans in and bites your neck while humping you like a wild animal. "After this, you'll come to me begging for more. your insides will remember the shape of my cock." Miguel's hot breath against the bare of your skin sends shivers down your spine. Miguel grunts and plunges himself deeper into your ass abusing your poor prostate. With each deep, powerful thrust, you feels your pleasure building higher and higher, "I want to see you cum, mi amor. I want to watch you lose control and explode all over me," Miguel says, his voice thick with lust and desire. (y/n) can't hold back any longer. he lets out a primal scream as he cums hard, your body shaking with the force of your own orgasm.

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pounding into you even harder, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Finally, he can't hold back any longer. He pulls suddenly pulls out and shoots his hot, sticky cum all over your back, marking you as his own. "You're mine now, mi amor. Mine to play with and pleasure however I want," he says, his voice low and seductive. you breathe heavily unable to register Miguel's words from what you just experienced. you felt like you were taken to heaven and back. Miguel chuckles and cleans you up before he takes your hand and brings you to the clinic to get some rest.