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qilinxingg · 4 months

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 #𝟐

pairing : john price x fem!reader

summary : after being taken by John, you are left in your private mansion. However, unlike what you expected, the Brit did not appear for some time to see it and after a few days, you receive an invitation from him to attend a private party and there things get complicated.

warnings : lil angst (promisse is just a bit), abuse and harassment (from a fuckin dog, not from price), violence and guns (a lil too), and eventually smut at the end (dirty talk and breeding kink)

word count : 6k

notes : I'M FINALLY BACK OMG!!! I apologize for the delay, but it will have to be so for some time (unfortunately until the summer of next year :(( ), but I will always try to post when I can. Thank you all for trying to pay attention to my stories, you have no idea how much happy I get :))

A last thing that I like to say is that this part of this story isn't one of my biggest works :/ so I apologize for the inconvenience but try to understand that I’ve been since summer without writing.

Anyway, good reading!

The life you led reminded you of little Nero.

Nero was the name of the nightingale your grandparents had in their house. The beautiful, delicate little bird had the whitest plumage you had ever seen and looked like freshly fallen snow on the first day of winter. And brownish feathers protruded from the crown of its head, blending in with the bright white.

But even though Nero was the most beautiful and breathtaking bird you had ever seen, you still wondered.

Why did Nero have to be trapped in these bars? Why couldn't he be free like the other birds?

Because Nero was special. That's what your grandmother said when you asked her. But if the delicate nightingale was special, why was it locked up? You just couldn't understand that.

You felt sorry for little Nero because he was deprived of his freedom. He deserved to fly free with the other birds and soar over beautiful landscapes. He shouldn't be trapped in a tiny cage for the rest of his life.

But Nero didn't seem to notice, because he was always happy. He hummed happily in his little cage almost all the time, as if it didn't bother him that his freedom had been stolen from him.

And at certain moments in life, you just couldn't understand how the little bird could behave like that.

Especially when you've been in the same situation for a long time without even realising it.

You wish you could be like the nightingale. You wish you didn't have to worry about being trapped between the bars of the suffocating, loveless cage you call marriage. Wishing you didn't feel like every moment you spend with Colt, your husband, you want to let the tears and sobs out. You wish your husband wouldn't act so inconsistent or come home drunk, completely out of control and ready to put you in danger.

That's exactly what he did when John came to make amends for his reckless actions. He threw you to the big man as if it was his last ace in the hole not to deal with the consequences of his actions.

That hurt you more than any other betrayal he committed against you. Isn't it a couple's job to protect each other?

Did all the years you spent together mean nothing to him? Did you really mean nothing to him?

Realising that was the worst thing of all. Realising that all the years you lived together had become boring and unpleasant and, above all, that they had turned you into a used-up, melancholy woman.

You could no longer recognise yourself when you looked at your reflection. Where was the cheerful girl you were years ago? You could only wonder if you weren't enough, if you weren't attractive enough or interesting enough.

You couldn't even recognise yourself when you looked at your reflection. Where was the cheerful girl you were years ago? You could only wonder if you weren't enough—if you weren't attractive enough or interesting enough.

You couldn't stand it any longer, and you prayed that one day everything would change. For some kind of miracle to happen and change the direction your life was taking.

And for the first time in your life, your wish came true.

You stare at the cream-coloured dress lying folded on your bed.

I mean, your new bed. Because that wasn't your room or your house. It was John's house, where you'd been living for at least a week and a half.

It had only been a week and a half and already your life had taken a complete turn.

You woke up in a huge room that was almost as big as the small house you shared with your husband, who claimed a small house would cost less money than a big one - money he wasted on his damn gambling and drinking.

The room you were in reminded you of the historical novels you used to read, in which the protagonist lived in a huge country house with gigantic living rooms and large bedrooms.

The room didn't look much different from the descriptions you had read. The walls were a light shade of beige, with gold-coloured damask wallpaper in some places. There were oil paintings in some corners of the room. The white ceiling was also decorated with damask patterns, and a huge golden crystal chandelier in the centre lit up the entire room.

The bed with its fine silk sheets stood in the middle of one of the walls, surrounded by two cream-coloured bedside tables with lamps. On an exquisite cream dressing table stood an elegant, ornate mirror, and on the other side, opposite the large window surrounded by faded curtains, was a pastel-coloured sofa and two armchairs on opposite sides. Finally, the beige porcelain floor was covered with a large greyish Persian rug.

You sighed and felt humiliated as you looked at your room. How could a single room be so extravagant?

You mean you didn't complain. Who wouldn't want to live in a room like that? It was everyone's dream. You just felt like an intruder. Your presence seemed to tarnish the grandeur of the room.

You curled up on the sofa, looked at the big TV screen - even though it was old, the room was still modern - and saw that 7:35 pm was displayed in the corner.

Earlier, the maid Mary had told you to be ready at 8pm. You asked her why, but she just replied with a smile.

"The master just told you to make yourself even prettier, ma'am."

You could still feel the heat in your cheeks at that remark. Your teeth bit lightly into your mouth and your body warmed instantly as the memory of your last encounter came up.

I'll fill your pussy so deep, princess, that you'll have my cum inside you for days. That's what you want, isn't it? Maybe I should give you a child of my own, don't you think?

Your face turned completely red and flushed as you felt your clit pulsing against your panties. It was so dirty, but you couldn't control it. There wasn't a single time that your husband had been able to give you these feelings that Brit had given you that fateful night.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you met the captain. That is, the last time he actually showed up, because deep down you knew John would show up without you realising it. Namely, when you were asleep.

You weren't that stupid. You could smell his expensive perfume in your room, in your bed to be precise.

But that was all. To be honest, you had expected the Brit to be a more uncontrolled, rough and merciless man than the rumours suggested.

You feared that, but the blue-eyed man was more than that: he was careful with you, although he intended to humiliate your husband, he took you in his strong arms and lodged you in a luxurious mansion that would astonish anyone.

Perhaps he took you in as a loan, so Colt could pay off his debts, you thought. That could only be his interest in you. If not, why would John be interested in someone like you? That was completely ridiculous.

You laughed pathetically and picked up the silky, exquisite cream-coloured dress. You had no choice, because it was so…

Or maybe your death.

You shuddered at the thought, swallowed, and hurried to your bathroom. There was no time to lose.

Your distracted eyes tracked the various unfamiliar faces in the huge hall, from the farthest reaches of the room. Some of the guests, who were probably all members of the mafia, were flaunting their expensive and exquisite dresses and suits. Others talked about their illegal and lucrative businesses to increase their fortunes while classical music played in the background.

And in the depths of the hall, one felt excluded while a single question buzzed around in the back of one's mind.

Why on earth had John brought you here? What was his plan?

You swirled the liquid in your champagne glass and nervously tapped the tips of your heels on the white floor as you let your third sigh escape your lips, which didn't go unnoticed by the person next to you.

"Don't worry about it, ma'am. The captain will be here shortly." Kyle's soothing accent suddenly entered your ears, startling you. When the man noticed this, he nodded apologetically.

You smile and accept his apology. During the time you lived - as they say - in John's huge mansion, Kyle's company - or Gaz, as he likes to be called - was what rescued you from the depths of loneliness. Not only him, but also the fun-loving and easy-going Johnny - known as Soap - who also helped you to have many a long laugh during this time.

You knew they were the people closest to your leader. Aside from those two, the only one you didn't get to know that well was Ghost, who only impressed you with his cold, stoic presence.

But at least he was there, unlike his absent captain.

Your rouged cheeks reddened, and a shiver ran through your whole body. Actually, you should be angry at John for leaving you in this situation and not miss him, God! What on earth was so attractive about him that you felt so lost?

Unable to answer your own question, you decide to ignore your disorganised thoughts and just focus on Kyle. "I know, but it's hard to stay calm when I'm in a place like this." You let off steam, but then a smile graces your features. "But thank you. That was very kind of you."

Kyle let a small smile appear on his handsome features. "No need to thank me, ma'am. You're well protected."

You put your hands over your mouth and laughed casually. "I've already told you that you can call me by my name." You let your hand fall to your waist, covered by the expensive fabric, and let yourself play with the soldier. "I'm not that old, am I?"

Gaz's cheeks flushed this time, and he quickly turned to answer you. "That's not what I meant, ma'am. It's just that the captain…" Before he could finish his words, the radio communicator in his blazer made a noise. When he had finished speaking, the man turned to you. "Miss, can you stay here alone for a while? I promise it'll be quick."

"Of course. Am I a child by any chance?" You joke, but when you notice the serious look on his face, you pause. "Did something serious happen?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just something trivial." Kyle replied quickly. "But stay here, no matter what, until Soap shows up."

Noticing the other's haste, you quickly agree, not wanting to delay him any longer. "Yeah, don't worry about me. You can go." Kyle waved at you and quickly walked through the main door of the common room, where more people were arriving.

You set the glass of champagne down on the small table next to you and snuggled into the white scarf that lay there, hugging your elbows. You let your eyes rest on the people around you for a few more minutes before you felt your bladder fill up. You blushed slightly and let an embarrassed smile appear on your lips.

Why did you have to drink so much champagne?

You look around until you finally find the sign for the toilet. But before you could make your way there quickly, Kyle's words came into your mind.

Stay here, no matter what.

Nothing much could happen, could it? You just wanted to go to the toilet. No one would notice your insignificant presence anyway.

So why bother?

After doing your business, you came out of one of the numerous cabins in the bathroom. You went to the small sink in front of you and washed your hands. Finally, you tidied yourself up in front of the mirror and quickly left the room, not wanting to waste too much time there.

However, as you walked along, you noticed a different pace. Not wanting to get scared, you ignored it and continued walking, but your efforts weren't rewarded, and your tiny body was pushed into a large room by strong hands.

You tried to get up, but soon a pair of strong hands wrapped around your neck and wasted no time in pushing. You placed your small hands on top of the stranger's, trying to somehow free yourself, while desperately pleading. "Let me go..."

The stranger laughed amusingly, as if he enjoyed your distress. And when you finally heard his voice, you realized that he wasn't just a stranger to you after all.

"I really couldn't believe it was really you, but it seems my eyes didn't deceive me after all."

You widened your eyes. That was Gerold, one of your husband close friends and the man primarily responsible for bringing your husband into this kind of world.

What on earth was he doing here?

"Looks like what Colt was saying was really true. Captain Price really did take you as a credit until he pays off the debt." Gerold said debauched, clamping his hand's tighter around your neck as you squirmed. "I bet he's taking good advantage of you. Well, who wouldn't, with a woman like you?"

Revulsion and fear rushed through your body like a tsunami as Gerold's burly frame came closer and closer to you. The man glued his mouth to your ear. "You know, I always knew that Colt didn't know how to take advantage of what was waiting for him at home. After all, you were always a lot of sand for his little, insignificant lorry." Gerold lowered his gaze to the neckline of her dress. "What you need is a real man who can use that beautiful body of yours to do with as he pleases." Gerold lowered his gaze to the neckline of her dress. "What you need is a real man who can use that beautiful body of yours to do with as he pleases."

You wanted to scream and destroy his satisfied and despicable features with your bare hands. You wanted to tear him apart. You were so sick of it all, of what your whole life had become! How much longer would you have to put up with this whole miserable situation?

However, the only thing you could do was cry silently and beg for help, with your voice weak from lack of air.

Gerold laughed at your state and quickly tore off your dress, revealing all your delicate flesh. Seeing everything that had happened, you quickly began to do everything you could to get him to let you go: you screamed for help, struggled, scratched him and tried to hit him. You heard Gerold grumble, and not a second passed before his firm palm slapped you hard across the cheek.

The metallic taste quickly invaded your mouth, accompanied by the slight tingling that shut you up for a few brief moments. Sobs and tears escaped you as the man pushed you to the ground to keep you quiet.

"Stop moving, bitch!" Gerold shouted at you impatiently. "I see the captain has given you too much freedom, and you've become an undisciplined bitch. However, don't worry, I'll make you a silenced doll again."

You denied it with your head, not ceasing your struggle when he began to touch you. This sensation was completely different from what John had done to you. It wasn't pleasurable or caring, despite the situation you were in. It was so raw and disgusting that it made you vomit and feel filthy.

You just wanted to be in his protective arms again. You wanted John to hold you and never let you go back to that ghost you once were at your husband's side.

"Please…" You asked softly, your dry lips barely opening.

John, please come to me. Help me.

Help me, John.

Suddenly, you heard something cut through the air so fast that you thought you were dreaming. However, the blood dripping down your face proved to you that it was reality. Gerold's grip lessened, and a painful cry came from his mouth as he lay writhing beside you. You opened your eyes and finally saw the cause of all your sudden pain.

A bullet.

Your vision automatically followed the trajectory of the bullet, and from a distance, you could see the familiar silhouette next to the door. And even from afar, you could feel his murderous aura.

John Price stared at the scene in front of him in pure fury and hatred. The Briton felt his whole body burn with such rage that he could feel a nuclear bomb about to decimate an entire civilisation.

How dare that son of a bitch let his filthy hands touch you? He could only be asking for death and, just in those few seconds, Price already had plenty of doses of suffering planned for the bastard.

John would make this scum suffer in the worst possible way.

His sole purpose for being there was to introduce you to the whole of mafia society, so that precisely such situations couldn't happen since everyone would know that you were under his protection and that no one would be stupid enough to harm you.

However, it was incredible how, with just a few second delay, his whole well-laid plan went completely off the rails. And the Brit wouldn't admit to that kind of mistake. Never. Even more so when you were involved.

Why did he do that? That wouldn't be revealed just yet.

John marched up to your pathetically exposed body, slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring you. However, when he got close, you quickly threw yourself into his warm arms and let the chained sobs escape.

John clenched his fist around the gun, deciding whether to let his anger take him over and kill him right then and there, or to let him suffer. Sensibly, he chose the latter, not wanting to cause her even more discomfort with the whole situation.

"Darling, I…" John tried, but you quickly cut him off.

"Please… get him out of here… please…" You asked sobbing, and the Briton could feel a part of his heart squeeze, and consequently his anger rise.

The blue-eyed man didn't take long to do exactly what you asked because a few seconds later, his men arrived and carried off the sobbing scum. However, they didn't leave before the captain said. "Leave that damned son of a bitch alive. I'm still going to settle the score with him."

After these cruel words, his men left the room, leaving only you and John. The man turned to you and gently embraced your trembling body, calling you softly by your name. "It's all right now, love. I'm here."

Your body just snuggled closer to his, letting itself be cradled by his warm touch. And so he let him stay, trying to soothe you, silently, as a reminder that he was there.

Slowly, the sobs stopped, and you raised your head, looking him in the eye for the first time that night and in several days. John's blue eyes focused on your watery ones, and they gave you only one certainty.

He would destroy anyone who puts you in that state. He would make him choke on his own blood if necessary and give him a direct ticket to hell.

The Briton approached you, placed his calloused hands on your warm cheeks and left light kisses on your wet eyes, feeling the salty taste. You let out a silent sob again and couldn't stop thinking.

Why was John so worried? I mean, you weren't complaining. In fact, you had often dreamed and wished that someone would anchor you in these difficult times. You were just curious.

You rested your hands on his firm shoulders and when he pulled away, you called out to him, panting and trembling. "John…" Your sparkling eyes never left his. "Touch me… please…"

Hearing his gasp, you saw John's sapphire eyes widen and then darken. He was controlling himself - you could feel it. And to prove his point, John asked slowly, his British accent thickening, "Love, you've just been through a difficult situation. I don't want to make you do anything…"

You stopped the captain's voice completely when you took his hands and brought them to your exposed breasts. You continued to stare at him with your glowing eyes and begged, trembling. "Please touch me. Make me forget the touch of those disgusting people. Make me feel like a new woman again, like you did before, John."

Hearing your words, John pushed your exposed body into the furry carpet and quickly covered you with his massive, muscular body. The Brit wasted no time in ripping off what was left of your dress, and when his goal was complete, he spoke dangerously into your ear as he let his firm hands roam your body. "I'll do it, love. I'll make you focus only on how you're going to come so hard that the only thing that will be left in that little head of yours will be just my name and my cock."

Your eyes widened, and your cheeks flushed, denouncing your excitement. John smiled at this reaction and began to apply bites and sucks to your neck, making you gasp. After this area received a great deal of attention, John's hot mouth descended on your puffy nipples, and he wasted no time in sucking them one at a time.

You arched your back at the pleasure you were receiving, feeling the ridges of your pussy wet the lacy beige panties and your clitoris getting excited. Realizing this, the captain moved his fingers down to your needy region and began stroking your luscious clit.

"Oh God!" You exclaimed, tilting your head back, letting yourself rub against his ardent touch.

"It's John, darling." The Briton complained, raising his face to the same height as his own. "God won't help you in this situation."

And with those last words, John sealed your mouth to his, completely devouring and destroying your delicate little lips. You gasped against his lips and put your fingers between his brownish strands, squeezing and scratching as you tried to follow the frantic rhythm of his lips.

However, it seemed impossible for you to do so. The man was literally consuming you as if he had been starving for days. His tongue enveloped yours in a ravishing, lustful dance, making you submit to what he was offering you.

You'd never felt this way before. It was so...different. So ardent.

Taking advantage of your moment of vulnerability, John stopped playing with your pussy and reached for your panties. You were about to complain when the man pulled it down and stuck the small garment between your soaked folds, directly against your core.

With that sudden movement, you could feel your body squirm and heat up completely with pleasure. You broke contact and opened your mouth to moan loudly as John continued to play with you by rubbing the garment against your pussy.

"J-John...oh my..." You moaned loudly as you tried to control your breathing. God, it was the first time you'd received such a strong dose of pleasure. You simply didn't know how to react.

"Shh... it's all right, love. Breathe calmly." John said smiling and left a kiss on your cheek, making you shiver completely at the feel of his facial hair. "We still have a long way to go."

You whimpered at his words and nibbled on your lips, swollen from the previous contact. You felt your knickers being removed and your soaked pussy being revealed.

You swallowed in anticipation as the Brit lowered himself to the middle of your trembling legs. However, contrary to what you had expected, the captain began to undress in front of you, and you wasted no time in admiring the man's athletic physique.

Despite having certain scars - which you wanted to explore properly - his body was nonetheless attractive. The lines of his defined abdomen were visible beneath the light fur that covered his entire torso, making him look more virile. His strong arms, which reflected the firm, strong muscles as they wrapped around his thighs, also sent a huge wave of excitement throughout his body.

You lowered your gaze, starting from his abdomen, and stopping only when his large, hard penis, full of protruding veins, caught your eye. You widened your eyes. He looked bigger than the last time you'd seen him, and he was just sending out the message that he was going to completely destroy you.

"Liking what you see, darling?" John's thick, husky accent came through, making your clitoris throb and your core release more grooves of pleasure. You didn't answer, as your body wasted no time in denouncing you, but that didn't please the captain. "I asked you a question, darling, and I don't like being ignored."

You shivered completely and let out a shaky sigh as you heard his stern, authoritative tone. You wasted no time in responding to his command, albeit timidly. "I like that."

John smiled and left a light seal on your aroused clitoris, making you let out a loud, long moan. "Good girl." And with those two words, he wasted no time in letting his mouth devour your pussy eager for his attention.

You bit your lips, stifling the scream that was about to burst from your lips. However, it was difficult to hold back the lustful sounds as John relentlessly consumed your wet region.

"J-John..." As you moaned for him, you only encouraged him to go harder and harder, until your pussy was swollen and sensitive from so much stimulation.

His erratic movements continued, alternating between your pussy and your sensitive clitoris. It was a short, quick sequence: sucking, licking and penetrating with his broad fingers and hot tongue, making your mind completely lose itself and become dependent on his lascivious touches.

And then, when you were close to orgasm, John suddenly stopped, making you moan and whimper pathetically at your denied orgasm. "P-Please...don't stop..."

Hearing your pleas, the British man's husky laugh rang out. "I didn't want to either, darling, but I promise it will get better."

Your hot body jumped as she felt the fat, wet glans slap against your soaked pussy, which throbbed with anticipation. Your lips trembled slightly and you brought your trembling hands to your face, hiding it from the man's deep gaze. Your move didn't take long, however, as he quickly grabbed your wrists and brought them up over your head, trapping them there and forcing you to face him.

"Eyes here, love." John commanded, as his free hand lined up the throbbing glans on his moist little hole. "I want to see your face when you feel my cock deep inside you again. Are we clear?"

You stared into his darkened eyes and nodded breathlessly, letting your tongue run over your pink lips. "Yes."

"Very good. Looks like you've learnt something, darling." John complimented, making you blush. "And you, what do good girls deserve? They deserve to be fucked until their little brains are mush and their pussies are so full, they will leak for days with all the sperm they put in them."

Listening to his dirty words, her pussy unleashed more lustful grooves and her clitoris throbbed, as if it were a silent invitation for him to invade. Her legs trembled and her breathing quickened, something that didn't go unnoticed by the Brit, who quickly commented with a laugh, "Is that your dirty secret, love? You want me to pour all my sperm inside you so you can feel it leaking out of your swollen little pussy, don't you? I bet you've been touching yourself thinking about the words I said the last time. You're so dirty."

Your cheeks flushed at being caught, and you denied it with your head, trying to save your last shred of dignity. "I-It wasn't like that...."

"You can try to lie all you like, doll, but your body will always be honest with me." John said, smiling, as he rubbed his own fluids into your hole, causing you to moan lewdly. "But don't worry, I'll do exactly what you want."

John groaned hoarsely and bit his lips. God, how many times during these past few days had he longed to return to this damp, warm heat since the last time. Damn work and unfinished business kept him away from you, he hated it. The only time the captain could be with you like this was when it was late at night and you were asleep.

The Brit would make sure that never happened again.

His free hand went next to the other, to your bound wrists, and this movement brought John's face face-to-face with yours, panting. After this small interval of time, his erratic movements began frantically inside you, making you both moan with the pleasure you were receiving.

You whimpered, while trying to hold back your moans by biting your lips. God, you were in a public place! There were people almost right next to you, they could hear! And the captain, realizing this, narrowed his eyes and brought his thumb to your mouth, forcing you to release your restrained moans. "I want everyone to hear your moans so they know you're already with someone, love. I want them to know who you're moaning for. Who's giving you pleasure."

You shuddered as you moaned loudly. His strong, fast thrusts made your insides burn and throb, sending waves of heat throughout your body and making you cry from the sensations they provided.

"John...John...more..." You called out and begged tremulously for it, as you felt him bite down harder on your neck.

"That's it, doll." John said muffled, letting his teeth bruise the sensitive skin of your neck. The hand that had been on her mouth moved down to your centre and wasted no time in rubbing the sensitive button that was begging for attention. Your pupils dilated, and you arched your back with the pleasure you were receiving, not containing the loud moan that left your mouth, making John smile. "Tell me, who's fucking you?"

"Oh... oh God..." You moaned breathlessly, unable to form a single thought properly because of what you were feeling. "You... it's you!"

John smiled, as he felt sweat beading on his forehead. Even so that didn't stop John from continuing his cruel, deep thrusts. "That's right, darling. It's not your slag of a husband. It's me, John Price. I'm the one who comes so deep that he makes you squirm and cry with pleasure. I'm the one you call and ask to go faster. And it's me who will fill your insides completely with my seed." John said breathlessly, not stopping to rub his thumb over your clitoris, making you moan louder. "Can you feel it, love? Can you feel how deep I am?"

You denied it with your head and John took your hand, taking it to your belly, which moved according to the firm blows of your cock. You blushed and it just made you moan louder. "Can you see? No one can get that deep inside you, love. And you get my cock so well in that little pussy of yours."

"J-John... I'm... close." You warned tearfully and tilted your head back lost.

"Cum for me, doll. Cum." John said and joined his mouth into his, initiating a lustful and quick contact that you couldn't even breathe right.

In just a few seconds, you reached your apex and you anchored yourself in the captain's strong grip as you felt your whole body tremble. Soon after, John also followed you and freed himself within you with a hoarse groan, fulfilling his promise.

He dropped himself over his tired body and left a light kiss on his sweaty forehead as they tried to catch his breath.

You were the first to break the silence some time later. "Do you think anyone heard us?"

John laughed loudly and took his hand, which previously rested on his clitoris, to his cheek. "And what's the matter if anyone hears."

You bit your lips and commented embarrassed. "They will comment..."

"Nobody has the courage to comment on anything, dear. Don't worry." John pushed his ideas away and re-sealed his mouth on him, making you feel his facial hair.

You sighed softly against his mouth, returning and following his contact. After some time, both turned away and you stared at him. "Please don't do anything to Kyle or his subordinates. I was the one who walked away to go to the bathroom.

"Well, yes, yes..." You agreed and before you could do anything else, your body was turned facing the carpet and your ass was piled towards the captain's hip, which was still inside you.

"What a naughty girl... accusing me of leaving her alone and still getting involved with my soldiers." Price spoke into her ear slowly, as she rubbed her limb inside herself. "It seems I shall have to punish her."

"I-I just..."

"No buts, love." John said, banging on his ass band, making you jump and moan again. "And as for your request, I will consider it carefully as I fuck you again."

You moaned loudly as the merciless thrusts returned.

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littleweirdoss · 10 months

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Sounds good to me.

EWAN HORROCKS as NERO CLAUDIUS DRUSUS & ISABELLE CONNOLLY as ANTONIA MINOR in DOMINA Season Two, Episode Three — "Betrayal"

#domina sky #domina mgm+#drusus the elder #antonia minor #drusus x antonia #dominaedit #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #weloveperioddrama #history #historyedit #mystuff*#they mean everything to me!!

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gregmarriage · 1 year

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the fourth episode of each season having a big tomgreg scene (except in season one. but the “believe me, man.” scene is pretty big in it’s own right. but the other two are obviously much bigger)

2x04: safe room- the “break up” scene. this one is so good. the fact it immediately follows hunting/boar on the floor makes me crazy. tom saves greg’s ass in hunting and faces the threat of losing him in safe room so freaks out. the water bottle throwing. “i will not let go of what is mine!”. immediately followed by greg attempting to blackmail tom and tom being PROUD of him (and into it). tom giving greg a promotion to keep him around. greg’s big eyes. UGH, safe room, my beloved.

3x04- lion in the meadow- the nero and sporus scene. this scene will never not make me insane. every time i remember it’s real, i just have to sit down. it’s so weirdly romantic and touching. it’s tom’s weird fucked up way of saying he loves greg almost. it’s a hidden way to say it. it’s a love confession to a man who isn’t his wife. i just AHHHHHHHHH. and the fact tom references it again. he could have pretended it never happened. he and greg could have wordlessly agreed to never bring it up again. but no, tom mentions it as greg makes his deal with the devil. and then proceeds to follow the nero/sporus story by pushing shiv down the stairs and betraying her.

i wonder if season 4 will follow the same pattern? will there be a big tomrgreg scene in 4x04? i’m curious, scared and excited to find out.

#both the scenes make me equally insane but the nero and sporus scene especially #because it has consequences on the story more than the ‘break up’ does #the minute tom says those words it sets into motion his betrayal of shiv and he and greg may carry out the rest of the story #maybe metaphorically at first but eventually becoming real #every time i think about s4 i go crazy #because what the FUCK is gonna happen with tomgreg if not this???#god i am so scared for s4 you don’t even know #but also so fucking excited #the closer it gets the more i feel myself vibrating out of my skin

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boonsmoon · 2 months

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Split in Two

Vergil ver. A mini-series inspired by a post that I can no longer find! Basically, what if what happened to Vergil (DMC5) happened to reader? Would DMC characters pursue reader after becoming whole again? Background info: You've got a high position in the mafia

Request Masterlist Mini-Series ML Vergil x m!reader Genres:🎊🥀💞🧪

THE MEETING/GETTING TO KNOW

You actually know how you got split

An old member of the mafia who quit came back for revenge after obtaining some kind of magic

This you could still hustle for sure, just now for money or food and not lives

You and Vergil met when you tried to bargain with him for the Yamato

Half of you almost died that day

From then on you decided he'd make a great bodyguard until you were whole again, you may or may not have conned him into letting you stick around indefinitely

At first it was very clearly a give and take relationship, but over time he kinda opened up and started to care for you

At least as much as he can after overcoming trauma hurdles first

That was okay with you, if anything opening up was the last thing on your mind

Everyone thought y'all were cute and tried several times to set up dates, record confessions to send to the other, Nero was your biggest supporter btw

But you both never got further, Vergil being guarded for his own safety, and you because of the priority of being yourself again

Occasionally you'd have sweet moments that made you both consider making exceptions

Until one day he got hustled again but you were with him to turn the tables, turns out the other "you" returned back to the mafia after pretending to get a make over and become more ruthless

Vergil turned out to be familiar with this magic, seeing it quite a bit in Hell

So you both turned up and mashed the two halves together

This brought a new problem, however, you are no longer the you he knew

WOULD THEY PURSUE?

I don't think Vergil would chase you after becoming whole again, if anything you'd have to chase HIM

He's dealt with too much emotional pain and betrayal to put hope into thinking he could love someone based on weird circumstances

And if you get too caught up with business or making up for lost time, don't expect him to seek you out

You're basically starting from square one with Vergil and have to put in your 100%

If he truly likes you and acknowledges your effort he'll start putting in his 100% too

i appear to have been in a writing mood these past few days

hope you enjoy this series as it goes on, im hoping to finish it all before i move on to anything else (reqs being an exception ofc)

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry x reader #dmc x reader #dmc vergil #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #vergil sparda x reader

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moodyseal · 6 months

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i hear you are 🤡clowning🤡 over Commodus coming to his senses so I have slid into your inbox to 🤡clown🤡 with you about it

What 🤡clown🤡 thoughts have you been harboring about this👀

for science.

🤡<-me and you

SOMEONE WILLING TO CLOWN WITH ME A BIT okay uhm. I was mostly having thoughts about the reasons for his behaviour, actually, and in the end I came to the conclusion that he's not entirely unredeemable, or at least he wasn't up until the fight at the Waystation in TDP, where he became a serious threat to the lives of the people who lived there (and actually got Heloise killed)

Like, if you ignore for a moment his past deeds and historical background (because if we accepted the atrocities as quirky parts of Apollo's personality we can do the same for him /j) and look at what he actually did for the first two thirds of the book, you'll notice that he wasn't as cruel as, say, Caligula or Nero. For example, he didn't kill all the prisoners he was holding captive, like Caligula would've done, even if Georgina (and maybe Hunter, since she's one of Artemis' hunters) was the only one that was actually useful in luring Apollo in, and at the end of the book he was still agreeing to let everyone go as long as Apollo and Meg went with him.

This shows that he is capable of some kind of restraint and not totally incapable to be reasoned with, which makes for some solid villain redemption arc material; the only problems, other than his small bloodlust problem that, again, we'll skip over for now and deal with some other day, are

a) the behavioural issues his relationship with his father led to (that could've been actually dealt with if only someone told him that therapists are an option today),

b) his ugly, horrid desire of revenge against Apollo,

and c) his narcissistic tendencies, which resulted in him not acknowledging the whole concept of. You know. Other people's feelings and how his actions might affect them.

They're all intrinsically tied together, and as a whole they're the main reason why, in the past as well as after his death and deification, Commodus was unwilling to accept any sort of help or suggestion coming from the people around him, and Apollo specifically. Before his death, he didn't acknowledge that there was a problem with his behaviour at all; to him, his actions were always right, and the people around him were vilifying him when he didn't deserve it, all while trying to suffocate his desires and needs. The lack of his father's support throughout his adolescence only intensified those feelings, and at the same time rendered him all the more vulnerable, making him latch strongly onto anyone he felt like would always support him—Apollo, in this case. Inevitably, the betrayal of the only person he trusted unconditionally (which was done for Rome and its citizens' own good, but was still a betrayal) had an explosive result, leading to Commodus' attitude worsening, him becoming effectively deaf to the guidance of anyone who didn't agree with him (when in the past there was a chance that maybe he would have listened to Apollo, at least, had he intervened sooner) and, finally, him making his life's goal destroying Apollo's life.

Despite the fact that any last bit of love Commodus had for him turned into blinding hatred, though, there were still some feelings in his heart that weren't rage. He didn't show them; on the contrary, he tried to hide them, and that's because they were a sign that there was still some vulnerability left in him—that he cared, to a degree. Had Commodus' revenge been the two dimensional kind, where he didn't give any sign of care about what happened two thousand years before and operated solely on the train of thought of "kill, maim, destroy" even when he barely thought about Apollo being the reason he died, I wouldn't have thought of there being a chance of him coming to his senses. But instead, with these feelings, Commodus demonstrated that he didn't forget, and that as much as he hid himself behind his glitter and his spectacles and his luxurious palaces, what Apollo did ultimately affected him. He still cared about what Apollo did in the past, and about what he was doing in the present too. In a way (and this is purely my personal perception, as everything I've written above is) it seemed that, consciously or subconsciously, he was even waiting for some sort of feedback, for a response that Apollo didn't give.

Why else would he insist so much? For what other purpose would he throw back his death in Apollo's face again and again, if not to get a reaction out of him?

I don't actually know how, exactly, it would be possible to fix all these issues, as well as their relationship. I have thought a lot about a scenario where Commodus realizes he's in the wrong, where Apollo manages to bring him to the good side just like he did with Lityerses, and this behaviour of his is exactly the reason why I never figured out how it would happen. How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? Apollo tried and failed, didn't he?

Maybe not enough.

It's true that Commodus was a selfish, arrogant man, as it is true that Apollo tried to help him, only giving up on his insistence when the man he loved went down a path of no return. It's also true that he didn't reprimand him for what he did once, trying to get to him through good humour and support, being too permissive when Commodus didn't need permissiveness, but some strength of character from someone he trusted. It's also true that Apollo never apologized.

I don't remember much about TDP and TTT, but didn't Apollo never mention once to Commodus the reasons for what he did? He cried about that day on his own, never with him, never showing Commodus that he has suffered for that murder just as much as he did.

Maybe the apology wouldn't have changed anything, maybe Commodus would've stayed the same ruthless man he's been for the whole series. But I like to think that it could've potentially stirred something inside him anyway.

#this isn't to say that apollo was at fault for how things turned out #commodus' actions are his own responsibility #and he stays evil through and through because he CHOSE to do what he did #but still. still #it makes you wonder. what would've happened if they all behaved differently #lonely thoughts #ask #trials of apollo #toa #btw i remember people talking about this on the server #so if any point seems familiar it's because i've assimilated it from the conversations on there <3 #also sorry if this makes no sense lmfao it's really late and i'm tired

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MY addition to the tomgreg betrayal discussion is that it's not gonna happen bc it simply isn't set up. ppl just expect a betrayal bc "it's succession" but the betrayals didn't happen out of nowhere.

kendall's s2 betrayal wasn't a shock since he literally tried going against his father two times before in s1 and ended s1 firmly under logan's thumb where he was walked all over and treated like a puppet. so that + the latent desire to overthrow his dad = s2 betrayal.

tom's s3 betrayal might have been a shock in the moment because of him seeming so spineless but he too ends s2 in a markedly unhappy place with shiv where he wonders if he'd be happier without her AND his betrayal was foreshadowed back in s1 by logan.

contrasting that with how tom and greg end s3 shows the difference. they're gladly joining alliances and giggling nefariously about whatever they're gonna do. they spent the whole of s3 growing closer until their relationship rn is so much more friendlier than at the end of s2. the prev two relationships were very clearly going on a downward trajectory while tom and greg's were upwards.

so i don't think a betrayal is on the cards but other lines that could be possible foreshadowings for what's in store for them include:

"greg's expendable"

"you think tom can handle the competition?"

the rest of the nero sporus story (and he gave him a ring, and he made him dress up like his dead wife)

"i'll remember"

"is it possible you might... with me?"

"greg, buddy, never trust anyone. ever."

#lemme tell you though if a betrayal does end up happening i will be EATING that shit up #i actually would really like a betrayal ngl but it honestly seems unrealistic atp #also nick saying 'the more they go through the closer they get'?#it's not happening folks and that's actually kinda a shame #would've loved to see their judas kiss smh #succession #succession analysis #succession hbo #greg hirsch #tom wambsgans #tomgreg

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no-one-anon · 11 months

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I answered the ask that an 🧟 anon, but it self destructed. Sorry to whoever that was 😅, but here it is! (Everything keeps self destructing)

it seems like after you become a write things just blow up-

anyways!- (by the way, I didn't know if you wanted them to be a significant other or anything- but I just chose for them to be their significant other- sorry!!!)

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Dante, Vergil, & Nero reacting to a demon reader!

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Dante:

Dante has spent many years as a demon hunter, protecting the human world from malevolent demons. He has battled various monster-like creatures, but has also learned to distinguish between demons' actions and their nature. He believes demons are not inherently evil, and even made friends with a few over the years.

One day, Dante meets his significant other, you. A 'human' with a kind heart and a curious mind. You were fascinated by Dante's demon-hunting work, and soon became a regular visitor at Dante's office. Over time, Dante starts to develop feelings for you, and finds himself wanting to spend more time with you.

You, on the other hand, start to develop feelings for Dante as well. You find yourself drawn to Dante's rugged but handsome look, and find yourself intrigued by Dante's stories of hunting and battling various demons. You begin to ask more questions about Dante's work, and soon finds yourself becoming a big fan of Dante.

Both Dante and you realize that you both have become infatuated with each other, and before you both know it, you were in a serious relationship. Dante is happy, and feels like he has finally found someone who understands him and his work. You, too, feel like you have found the person you've have always been looking for.

However, things take a drastic turn one day, when you tell Dante that you have something important to confess. Dante immediately senses that something is not right, and prepares themselves for the worst. Taking a deep breath, you reveal to Dante that you were actually a demon.

Dante was shocked by the news, and struggled to make sense of it at first. He knows that demons aren't inherently evil, but also knows that many demons have been responsible for much death and destruction over the years.

Dante doesn't know how to react, and is at a loss for words. He wants to love and accept you for who you were, but also doesn't want to put the human world at risk. After a long moment of silence, Dante finally speaks out. He tells you that he will always love and support you, no matter what their past or their nature may have been. He tells you that he understands that demons have been treated unfairly in the past, and that he will do his best to help you find their place.

Nero:

Nero and you have been together for nearly a decade, and your relationship had always felt like something out of a fairytale. You had become each other's everything, each one's rock and support when times were tough. You had shared countless memories, both happy and sad, and had always been there for each other no matter what.

So when your true identity was revealed as a demon, it came as a complete shock to Nero. He had never suspected a thing, and the news shook him to his core. He felt betrayed and deceived, and he couldn't understand how he could have been so blind.

As Nero tried to process the information, his emotions ran wild. He felt hurt, angry, and confused all at once. He wondered how he could ever trust you again, and if all the love they felt had been a lie. He started to pull away from you, keeping his distance and avoiding eye contact.

You tried to explain and apologize, but Nero's heart had been shattered. He just couldn't see past the betrayal, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't see a way forward. After months of tension and pain, Nero made the heartbreaking decision to end your relationship. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he knew it was the only choice left to him.

The two parted ways, each one feeling a deep sense of loss and grief. They had lost more than just a partner; they had lost their best friend, their confidante, their rock, and their support system. They had lost everything they had worked for and dreamed of, all because of one terrible secret.

Nero's and your story is proof that true love can exist even in the most unexpected of circumstances. But it also shows that sometimes, even the strongest bonds can be broken by the weight of a single lie.

Vergil:

Vergil, a man known for his calm, collected demeanor and his intense concentration, stood silently in your shared living room as you confessed your deepest secret: you were a demon. You, looked at Vergil with a mix of fear and hope, waiting to see how he would react to your dark secret.

At first, Vergil said nothing, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable. After a few moments, he leaned forward, still silent, his gaze unbroken. You shivered as a chill ran down your spine, unsure of what Vergil was thinking.

Finally, Vergil spoke, his voice even and measured. "So you are a demon," he said slowly, as if he had already suspected as much. "I must admit, I had expected something like this. Tell me, how does your demonic nature affect our relationship?"

You, caught off guard by Vergil's calmness, stumbled over your words as you tried to explain your demonic nature. You explained how they were able to conjure powerful magical spells, how your body was immune to most physical harm, and how you had the ability to manipulate their appearance to blend in with human society.

Vergil listened intently, his face showing no emotion, as you detailed every aspect of you demonic nature. When you were done, Vergil nodded slowly, his brows furrowing slightly as he considered his partner's words.

"I see," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "So you are a demon. This changes nothing between us, I assure you."

Your eyes widened in amazement, not quite able to believe how well Vergil was taking their confession. "Really?" You asked, hope creeping into your voice.

Vergil nodded again, his voice still soft and steady. "Yes, really. I have interacted with many demons and demonic beings in my life. And I have learned that not all demons are the same. Some are cruel and sadistic, while others are simply misunderstood. You fall into the latter category, I see."

You beamed at Vergil's words, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude.

#dante x reader #vergil x reader #dmc x you #dmc x reader #dante x you #dante x y/n #vergil x you #vergil x y/n #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry x you #nero x reader #nero x you #nero x y/n

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