#captain price x yn

[mlmxreader]

Are You Ready? | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Price

35 “One of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Price is finally home, and you can't quite believe it.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, anal fingering, dry humping, dirty talk, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You fidgeted uncomfortably in your bed, tossing and turning all night whilst the television continued to play quietly, bathing the entire room in a dull blue light; beside you, Price hardly even stirred, hardly even paused as he slept so soundly beside you.

Completely and utterly knocked out from recently coming home from deployment; he was exhausted, in all honesty, but who could blame him?

When he had spent days looking into the eyes of boys hardly older than fifteen, blank and lifeless stares glaring into his soul; when he spent hours hunched over a desk and writing letter after letter to mothers and fathers, telling them that their babies had died. That their babies who would never return home to loving embraces, to hot home cooked meals and to soft, kind and loving words.

When he had spent days marching in mud up to his knees, blisters on his feet, sores on his legs and burns on his fingertips; endless miles of mud, with only rats, fleas and lice to keep him company. After all of that, who could ever say that he was to blame for being so tired, for being so fucking exhausted?

Who could ever say that he was to blame?

But unlike Price, you couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that you were upset, or that you were tormented by anything, but it was the mere fact that you were just so happy to have him home; you were fucking giddy to have him home, you just couldn’t settle down. It was uncomfortable to lie in bed, but it was so good to have Price home at last.

All you wanted to do was jump on him and scream in his face about how much you had missed him; but you knew that he needed to rest, so you did try and keep yourself a little bit calmer than what you would have wanted. But you couldn’t believe it.

You felt him shift beside you, a harsh groan coming from the back of his throat as his hand drifted down, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush against his body.

“I missed you,” Price grumbled sleepily, pulling you on top of him and gently rocking his hips against you. “Y’know that, right?”

Your hands went to his chest as you pushed back against him, nodding as a breathy moan left your lips. “Four years tomorrow, baby… four years together, and I miss you more and more every time.”

He pushed his hips up against you, grinding. “Four years, and one of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner.”

You swallowed thickly, pushing down your pyjama bottoms to expose yourself to him, moaning softly when he slipped his ring and middle fingers into your ass, slowly pumping them in and out as you whimpered for him to keep going. “John… fuck…”

“You like that?” He breathed out, and when you agreed, he picked up the pace. Fucking you with his fingers as he felt you clamp down around his thick fingers. “‘M gonna fuck you and fill that pretty little ass… make you so fuckin’ full…”

“Unf!” You squeezed your eyes tightly shut for a moment, hips bucking as you ground down against his fingers, your mouth falling agape and giving him the perfect excuse to capture your mouth with his.

Sucking your tongue before grabbing the back of your neck and harshly grinding against you; you could only whimper, so needy and desperate for him that all your words seemed to fail so miserably, so terribly.

All you could think about was how good his cock would look buried inside your ass, slick with lube and hammering into you; how good his cock would feel as it stretched you until you could hardly take it anymore, until you were sobbing and biting down on the bedsheet as it became wet and squelched with your spit and tears.

“You thinkin’ about it?” Price huffed, gently nibbling at your neck. “How good my cock would look as I bend you over and fuck you… you’re gonna look so good when I stuff you full of my cum… you’re gonna look so good…”

You let out a harsh breath, shuddering against him as you felt it wash over you; your legs shook harshly, thighs trembling as you bucked against him and allowed yourself to let loose at last. Sharp short breaths coming from your mouth as you fucked yourself against his fingers. Your eyes shut tightly, you could feel yourself coming undone as you thought more about it.

The slapping of skin, the smell of sex filling the room, the sounds of grunts and growls and soft whimpers. The feeling of his skin on yours; Price grumbled softly under his breath, slipping his hand to you and letting your cum coat his skin as he tilted his head back slightly.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised softly. “Cum for me, c'mon.”

“D-Daddy,” you gasped out, trying to fuck yourself against him even more desperately, wanting to feel it all over again. “Please… please… wanna… wanna cum twice…”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed out, pulling his fingers from your ass and flipping you onto your back. He settled between your legs, his hands on your thighs as he grinned tiredly. “Do you want my cock, now?”

You nodded desperately, mouth agape and drool slipping from the corner. “Please…”

“Yeah?” He whispered, gently tracing your jaw. “You sure you can take it?”

“John,” you growled softly, tugging at him. “Please don't be a tease…”

Licking his lips, Price smiled down at you, attacking your neck as he kissed and bit and sucked at the skin until you were bucking your hips against him, begging for him. “Four years together, and you've never been hotter than you are right now.”

You laughed softly, playfully slapping his chest and rolling your eyes fondly. “Four years, and I've never wanted you to fuck me as much as I need you to right now.”

“I see your point,” he growled out, palming at himself for a moment. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

[gomzdrawfr]

i was drawing berries....and then....I blacked out and bear!Price came into existence so yeah

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Do you know who my daddy is?

Captain price x Fem reader (single mom)

You brought your kid to the base, she has an important homework, talk about what mom/dad does at work. The little kid is in trouble and the best she can do to get out of the problem is lie about who her daddy is.

Warning: it's not very interesting but I had a lot of fun writing it. I like to think about Price having a daughter. Anyway, as usual, grammatical and spelling errors.

- hey my little sunshine! how was your day?

- it was fine, I have homework though.

- oh, what is it?

- I have to talk about your work, what you do and things like that.

- Oh well, I have to talk with my superior and let him know that you will go with me for a few hours just to see what we do, ok?

- Okay

That was the small conversation with your kid, she was very excited to go with you, you talked her a little bit about your comrades and your very handsome captain, she made fun of you for the way you talked about Price and sang «Mommy and the captain, sitting on a tree giving little kisses and falling in love...», of course you warned her to not say that at the base, as every kid, she thinks your job is full of action and adrenaline, because that's what she watches on tv, she certainly wasn't expecting to see you writing reports and reading files, attending some calls, just like you're doing right now.

Price was very kind to let you bring her today, he also told you to give her a small tour around the place to make it more exciting, your poor girl is dying of boredom sitting in the chair of your office, observing the ceiling and the light over your heads.

- I'm sorry darling, we will give the tour as soon as I finish this report, okay?

- I thought we would fight against bad people or that you would show me guns, this is so boring!!!!!

- Honey, making all this paperwork is also a way to fight against bad people, also very important.

- B-O-R-I-N-G...

You sighed, certainly it's not the funniest activity but you needed to finish it as soon as possible, a knocking on your door was perfect to interrupt your girl's complaints, Gaz appeared with a small bag of candies.

- I heard you brought a mini you today, I wanted to say hi.

- Oh Kyle, thanks, come in, this is my daughter (____). Honey this is my friend Kyle, be nice and say hi.

Your girl smiled at Gaz and took the small bag, she started to eat some jelly beans and talked for a few minutes with Kyle.

- (...) And now I'm here! Bored!

- I already say Sorry like a thousand times baby!!!

- I can take her to give a walk while you finish... just if you want (y/n)

- that would be great, I will finish soon I promise!

- YEAH! LET'S GO KYLE!!!

Your daughter took Kyle's hand and left the office, you laughed and continued your work.

Gaz went to the common room so your daughter could say hi to Soap, Ghost and other soldiers. needless to say that your girl was enchanted to meet Soap who played with her and gave her a small gel blaster, both made a mess with those gel bubbles, Gaz and Soap were cleaning up while Ghost and your daughter were painting one of Ghost's skull old masks, but your daughter was impatient to be with you and see the rest of the place as you promised her, she took her opportunity to escape from the three men when Soap attacked Ghost with some of the gel bubbles that were still on his blaster, Gaz was recording so, none of them noticed when your daughter left the room.

«Ah, Guys... Where's (_____)?» «Shit» «Was Johnny's fault»

They started to look for her, while your daughter was walking unsure of where she was going, she brought the blaster that Soap gave to her and started to shoot and play, her fun ended when she accidentally shot a soldier in his eye. The guy saw her alone and started to try to scare her.

- Hey kid, Did you forget the way to the daycare? who gave you that toy? This is not a place for babies.

- I'm 6, I'm not a baby!

- Aren't you? Then, maybe I have to tell you that you can go to prison for what you did?

Your daughter really believed that, she started to feel nervous, she was in serious trouble, what would she do now?. This guy kneeled down in front of your daughter and smirked.

- What will you do now? Cry with your parents?

An idea popped up quickly to her mind.

- I won't get in trouble, Do you have a clue of who my daddy is?

- Do you know who my daddy is?, oh please tell me who's your father, dwarf, I will tell him you're being a troublemaker!

He imitated your daughter's voice.

- The Captain Price is my daddy! He will beat your ass if you don't let me go!

This soldier was ready to say something until someone appeared behind you, he stood up quickly and paled, the little girl thought it was Gaz or Soap who found her and arrived just in time to save her, until she heard the soldier said «Captain!», she paled too and looked behind her, a tall man was observing the soldier with a cold look.

- Is this young man bothering you, my dear?

- He says I will go to prison just because I was playing a little and I hit him by accident.

- I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know she was your daughter...

Price didn't act surprised by the soldier's comment, he continued looking at him and put a hand on your daughter's shoulder.

- Next time I see you bothering my daughter or anyone else, you will be In serious trouble. Do you understand?

- Yes Sir.

- Fine, now leave. Let's go my little princess.

Price kneeled down a little and carried your girl over his shoulders, he talked with her about your work and maybe, your girl talked about how you feel about him, on their way they found Ghost, Soap and Gaz running through the entire base looking for her.

Finally you finished your work and went to the common area to see if your daughter was there, on the way you noticed some soldiers were whispering and talking secretly while you were passing by but you tried to not pay much attention, you arrived to the common area and indeed there she was, she fell asleep on Soap's lap, who was sitting on a sofa.

- Hey y/n you found us!

- Sorry guys I had a lot of things to do, thank you to everyone for taking care of her.

«No problem» «Soap is always here to help» «it was your fault that we lost her!»

- You what??

- Don't worry, nothing happened to her, the Captain found her!

Before you could say something, Price caught your attention and asked you to go out with him to have a small conversation. You felt a lump in your throat and stomach, you felt you were in problems, as soon as you and Price were alone you started to apologize.

- I'm so sorry John, I mean, Captain, it won't happen again I can assure you that...

- Y/n, you're not in trouble.

- wha..?

- I was going to say, you have a sweet and smart daughter and... Very... chatterbox...

- Chatterbox?

- Yes, she said she was my daughter, and then she told me about... Some feelings you have.

- Oh...

- Oh...

You instantly started to try to fix and look for excuses.

- Sir, I'm... She's just a kid, she fantasizes a lot about her father and... Also she understood all I said in a different way, I'm really sorry Captain...

- I see, well y/n, you don't need to apologize, I understand she's just a kid, and as she's just a kid, tell me, who are we to ruin her fantasies about have a father?

He smiled mischievously at you, you were speechless, what the hell was happening?.

- Ah... Excuse me, what?

-Well, she's a brilliant girl and I always wanted to have a daughter and a very attractive wife. There are a lot of reasons to make this come true.

You're still processing all that is happening right now.

- Really?

Price took your hand and squeezed it softly, without losing eye contact with you.

- For sure, by example, everybody around the base is already talking about us and our little daughter and the other reason is that those feelings your daughter talked about, are mutual.

You couldn't say anything, you were lost in thoughts, but your silly smile was enough for Price to go a little bit further.

- So, if you allow me, I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow night. What do you think?

- I would like that, but who will take care of (____)?

He laughed a little and then simply said.

- I think Soap said he's always ready to help, no? And if you don't think he will be a good babysitter... well, I think your daughter has another two uncles that can help.

That definitely made you laugh loudly, Price looked at you with tenderness still waiting for an answer, then, after a few minutes of silence you nodded, that was the story of how you and your daughter won the Captain's heart and three new uncles for your little girl, it would be the story that your daughter would talk about in every opportunity she had.

[tumbleweedbee]

male reader trying to take care of sick ghost but its too diffcult becus hes just too stubborn!!! :(((

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!

Also I apologise for the terrible writing as I haven’t wrote in a while and I’m very rusty 😭🥲

-Reader POV-

I received a call from Price while I was in the army barracks, I always fear these calls as they’re usually to do with someone dying or someone betraying us, so I held my breath.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I know I never really call you but I kinda need your help with something..”

I raise my eyebrow at the odd request, I know price isn’t exactly the kind to ask someone like me for help, I feel curiosity eat at me, as I feel myself ask “What could you need my help with, is it serious..?” I mumble, nervous at the response.

“No..no, nothing of such notions Y/n, it’s just…y’know how you and ghost are close..?”I feel myself get confused..Ghost and I are close??We’re certainly not enemies, but not exactly friends either, we just like to chat every so often.

“Well he hasn’t kicked your head in and I consider that friendship enough”Price replies and I guess I can’t argue with that logic.

“Alright, well what about Ghost, is he okay?” I question, hoping he’s okay.

“He’s fine, mostly, he’s just came down with a stomach bug and isn’t allowed to go on the mission due to that, he needs someone to take care of him, but you’re the only person who opted out of the mission, think you can help?”

I hear Prices anxiousness at my response and of course, who am I to say no to Price!

“Sure!Of course I can help cap’n, I’d be happy to!”I hear the captain exhale a large breath of relief.

“Alright, I’ll go down with him to the barracks, just know that he is a bit…moody that he’s missing out..”I nod my head with understanding, how did I even get into this mess?

-5 minutes later-

I hear the door to the barracks open and see Price walk in-with Ghost reluctantly trailing behind him.”Well, he’s all yours y/n, take care of ‘im” I nod obediently as I look over at Ghost, the man’s hands and neck look slightly paler than normal but apart from that, you wouldn’t really notice that he’s ill.Ghost only grunts in response at Prices words, not saying much.

“Well, I’ll be off to continue the mission, makes sure he’s well rested.”Price requests sternly.

“Yes sir” I nod, as I watch the man walk away; as soap turns to me,

“It’s not even that ba-“”ShhShhShh, I’m your babysitter now lieutenant, now get into bed.”I see him roll his eyes as he slides under the covers of his bottom bunk, waiting to be told some other dumb command that he’ll argue.

“This is stupid y/n, I’m fine” now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “You’re literally pale, I can see it, now, take off your mask”I notice him pale even more at the request.

“Take it off?”

I nod my head, waiting patiently for his answer, before adding “You can keep the balaclava on, just take off the mask.”

He reluctantly complies and takes the peculiar skull mask off, as I feel my heart palpate slightly at his hypnotic eyes, fuck maybe he’s given my the stomach bug too??

I swallow a lump in my throat as ghost looks at me, slightly confused.”I’m gonna get you chicken soup, can you hold food down?”Ghost nods his head reluctantly.

”You really don’t have to look after m-“ his eyes widen in panic as he rushes to the bathroom and I hear him violently cough and throw up, I feel bad knowing that it must be hurting his throat, as I approach the bathroom and knock on the door,

“May I come in?” I ask, not wanting to intrude, as I hear a raspy “okay”.

I walk in and see him hunched over, with half of his balaclava rolled up just enough for his mouth to be free, as I rub his back up and down to comfort him and soothe the pain in his throat.

“We’re gonna be here a while” I mumble.

“You can leave if you w-“

“No.”

And so I stayed.

[birdythebirdthing]

What if [Name] was K.I.A? and tf141 reaction, and poly relationship between the tf141 and [name]

fic:

[Name] had been missing on a mission for over a month It was an alone mission, which [name] had gone. [Name] had his own team which his team worried and the tf141 to cause [Name] was like soap warming everyone up, and [Name] was in poly relationship with the tf141.

[Name]'s team and teammates are Marc, Declen, Ace and Liam.

[Name]'s team had been stressing out because their leader was missing on an alone mission. "why does this idiot can go alone on a fucking mission?" Ace spoke.

"He is always like this.." Liam told. "Going on an alone mission because he thinks we could get injured" Marc said.

"Look, guys, I knew the truth why [Name] does some alone mission without our help. I found his.. dairy." Declan said, flipping through [name]'s dairy.

The three looked at him, wondering what the reason was.

"It's better for a leader to suffer alone than to see his teammates suffer with him."

"Oh.. he really doesn't like seeing us suffer? that's the truth." Ace spoke.

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With TF141.

Everyone in the tf141 was sad, or worried. Price had been trying to locate [Name]'s whereabouts.

And Soap was on a call to Ace, talking about what had [name] written in his diary.

The day went sad, and boring without [Name] cause he always pulls up pranks like soap.

Ghost was in his room, seeing the picture in the frame [Name] , soap and him

Gaz was also in his room hugging a pushie which [Name] had given as a small gift for success in a dangerous mission.

[ghoulystay]

Interrogation gone wrong.

König and Y/N story.

Short story.

Mature themes.

18 and over.

Female reader.

"I didn't do anything!"

The whole team. Everyone was led to believe that you were the traitor. You were being tortured brutally. Unfortunately, there had been suspicions that someone was a spy for the enemy. The only hint that was given away was that the "mole" was a woman. There were a few women within TF141, you being one of them. One thing for sure, though, it wasn't you, but all the men were on edge.

Unfortunately, luck was not on your side one day. Apparently, another female from the team was telling everyone that she suspected you. She never liked you, since the beginning she hated you only because König wanted you and she wanted König but he turned her down. His eyes were always on you, and he was madly in love with you. She hated that. She hated the fact that König rejected her. She was known to get around, but König saw through her bullshit.

"Y/N, come with us." Captain Price ordered. You were led to a building on base that you knew too well. It was a place where hostages and bad guys were taken to get answers. "Answers, meaning getting the shit beat out of you.

Once in the room. You were ordered to sit on the only chair that sat in the middle of the room. Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and König were all there. You feel yourself breaking inside once you see him standing there looking at you. You can see it in his eyes. He's hurt. He wants to save you. But he can't.

Price begins with questions. You deny everything. Ghost was the one ordered to torture you. Soap and König watching in disbelief. Your screams echo throughout the room, but you never broke.

"Come on y/n! Tell us who you work for, and it'll all be over!" Price continued to rant on. And your answers were always the same. "I'm..not..a..fucking spy.."

König couldn't stand watching you like this. He's about to break. He's already seeing red. Soap noticed König getting angry. "I'm sorry, mate. It has to be done." Soap tells König. That only pist König off more. He turns to face Soap. "Fuck you, MacTavish."

You were bloody and exhausted. You had taken some heavy beatings. It had been 3 hours at this point. Price and Ghost are already frustrated. Soap, making sure König doesn't do anything stupid. Everyone's feelings are all over the place.

Suddenly, Keegan barges in through the door. "Sir, it's not y/n. It's (girls' name)." Not to your surprise that it was the hating slut who hates you for being with König. Everyone looks surprised. "She's in the room down the hall, sir." Ghost and Soap follow Keegan out. Price and König stay back, König immediately breaks you free from the cuffs on your wrists. He helps you stand and holds you. "I'm sorry about all this y/n." Price says. He leaves you and König as he makes his way to the room where the other woman is for the next interrogation.

König decided to carry you out. He didn't want you to walk. "I got you, my Schatz."

[zeldynymph]

"Desperate Touch..."

This was one of my Kinktober entries I made for a bot, but I decided to complete the story instead of leaving it on a cliff-hanger :)

Captain John Price, a man whose very name commanded unwavering respect, had dedicated the majority of his illustrious career to covert warfare. His journey was riddled with perilous moments: being riddled with bullets, enduring captivity, surviving explosive blasts, enduring incarceration, enduring torture, and even being left for dead.

Through these harrowing ordeals, there was a singular constant that consistently defied the odds, saving his life - the simple yet potent allure of tobacco, embodied by his cherished cigars.

John's penchant for cigars was nothing short of miraculous, given the sheer quantity he consumed. If it weren't for the limits of the human form, he might have tried smoking himself. His team often pondered the exorbitant monthly expenditure he must have been incurring on his cigar habit, but they never dared to question him.

He'd been repeatedly urged to quit smoking and seek alternative pleasures. However, his response remained unerringly consistent - a wry, smartass retort that hinted at the indomitable spirit of a man who'd seen it all.

"Until I become old, incompetent and can't even wipe my own arse, the Cigars are staying..."

However, there was one person for whom he contemplated breaking his entrenched habits, a person whose very name could quicken his heartbeat: YN.

The thought of making her his for a lifetime, of slipping a ring on her finger, consumed his thoughts. They'd shared kisses, dates, and passionate encounters, despite having known each other since their early days in the military, yet they'd never made their connection official.

At nearly 40, an age often associated with beekeeping rather than such fervent desires, he marvelled at how one woman held the power to turn his legs into jelly and summon a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. YN was a magnificent concoction of beauty, danger, charm, love, and care, all wrapped into one.

In the quiet recesses of his mind, he'd often daydreamed about the tantalising sensation of her body pressed against his, her supple breasts against his chiselled chest, her firm curves fitting perfectly into his grasp. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine, rendering him nearly unhinged.

YN was tantalisingly close, yet tantalisingly out of reach. He yearned for her in more ways than one, both physically and emotionally, as his heart ached to claim her as his own.

For now, lacking the courage to confess his unwavering infatuation, he remained a silent guardian, a hidden admirer, watching over her from a distance, willing his moment of revelation to arrive.

Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, coating everything in a thick, soothing layer of water. The weather was nothing short of perfect, a balm for John's soul, casting aside the constant conflicts that plagued him.

He paid no mind to the fact that his clothes were thoroughly drenched, realising that wringing out his shirt could have filled the River Nile with the water that would pour forth.

In that moment, he was utterly self-absorbed, wholly immersed in the company of his beloved cigar and the intoxicating thoughts of YN that danced through his mind.

With a soft sigh, he reached up to graze his bearded chin, a freshly lit cigar resting comfortably between his forefinger and middle finger, as the rain continued to serenade him. "What I wouldn't give to dance with her in this downpour..."He placed the cigar between his lips, delicately nibbling on the leaf's tip before drawing a rich, molasses-flavoured puff that waltzed upon his taste buds. The exhaled smoke swirled into the rain, creating a mesmerising choreography with the cascading water from the heavens.

But as thoughts of YN flooded his mind, his heart raced with desire. He envisioned her dancing with unbridled joy in the rain, twirling gracefully, expertly evading each falling droplet. The image of her shirt, rendered translucent by the deluge, revealed a glimpse of her bare breasts.

The mere memory ignited a powerful surge of arousal within him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his hand instinctively descending to caress his own desire, a rush of heat coursing through his loins.

Taking another drag from his cigar, his fingers tightened around his burgeoning passion, exhaling the smoke in a deep, sensuous sigh. The magnetic allure of YN was astonishing, and she remained blissfully unaware of the profound effect she had on John.

"Figured I'd find you out here..."John cleared his throat, taken aback by the delightful surprise of YN's sudden presence. His eyes, brimming with desire, fixated upon her as if she were a mesmerising vision.

With a gentle smile, he extended his hand, offering her his cigar as a silent invitation to share in this intimate moment. "You look like shit..."

YN's laughter was a delightful melody that resonated in John's ears, filling the moment with warmth and shared intimacy. His eyes were transfixed on her as she gracefully brought the cigar to her lips, drawing in a slow, lingering puff before releasing it with a contented smile.

"I feel like it... One hundred letters of apology I've just had to write out. When will the war stop..."

John's smile was brimming with empathy as he extended his hand to accept the cigar that YN graciously returned. He placed it between his lips, savouring the subtle taste of YN's lipstick as he took a thoughtful puff.

Reaching out, he gently stroked YN's arm in a reassuring gesture, his lips curving into a warm smile beneath his lush beard and moustache, wordlessly expressing the profound connection they shared.

"It happens, my darlin'... The world is well and truly fucked..."

John observed as YN gracefully descended the wall, perching herself upon the damp concrete below. Retrieving a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, she delicately plucked one from the bundle, placing it between her lips in an attempt to ignite it. Unfortunately, her lighter was devoid of fuel, merely emitting a few feeble sparks.

Amused by the situation, John couldn't help but laugh, joining her on the wet concrete without a care for his already soaked attire. He fished his lighter from the confines of his jacket pocket and leaned in to ignite YN's cigarette, lending her a helping hand.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, John...""Not much, My darlin'.."

YN's laughter was a melodic accompaniment to the moment as she nestled her head against John's shoulder, casually flicking the burnt end of her cigarette away. Her eyes moved appreciatively over his form, observing John's subtle attempt to shift his legs to conceal the growing desire in his pants, a testament to her close proximity and the sensual thoughts that swirled through his mind.

A knowing smile curved on YN's lips as she extinguished her cigarette in a nearby puddle, relishing the soft sizzling sound that filled the air. With a boldness that was uniquely hers, she reached up and plucked John's cigar from his mouth, placing it between her own lips and taking an indulgent drag.

Grasping the cigar firmly between her fingers, she brought her lips to his, exhaling the cigar's smoke into his mouth, a sensuous dance of shared desire. In the haze of the moment, it was John who broke away first, his eyes glazed with longing as he gazed at her.

In a voice heavy with desire, he finally spoke, his hands tenderly finding their way to caress YN's waist.

"You drive me fucking wild...I can't keep pushing it aside. I need your body against mine..."

As John's lips met YN's, the cigar slipped from her fingers, landing in a puddle with a satisfying sizzle. Despite the awareness of dropping a perfectly good cigar, in that fleeting moment, it seemed inconsequential. Right then, nothing mattered except the intensity of the connection. Besides, she thought, she could always make it up to him later.

"John, you're soaked.." 

"Just stop talking and kiss me..."

John's words carried more of a plea than a command, his body craving her touch with an undeniable yearning. The brush of her lips against his felt tantalizing but insufficient. He hungered for more, an insatiable need pulsating within him.

His grasp on YN's waist tightened as he effortlessly lifted her, placing her on his lap with a fluid motion. His lips embarked on a journey, tracing a path down from her chin to her jaw before settling on her neck.

Her delicate neck; oh, how sweet it was. John savoured the faint essence of her perfume lingering on her skin, tasting it as he felt the subtle rhythm of her pulse beneath. In that moment, she seemed more alive than ever before, a vibrant presence that stirred something profound within him.

Amidst the swirling emotions of lust, desire, and perhaps something deeper, John found himself consumed by an urgent need for YN. The necessity to feel the silkiness of her bare skin against his own overwhelmed him. The longing to hear her unrestrained moans and soft whimpers grew more intense by the second.

His lips traced a delicate path along YN's neck, his teeth grazing gently against her jugular. His tongue danced, tracing invisible paths along the velvety softness of her skin. And then, as if uncovering a hidden treasure, he discovered it; a tender spot nestled beneath her jaw. The mere touch there coaxed a sweet whimper from her lips, a sound that stirred something raw and primal within him.

"Fucking hell..."

John's words rumbled forth, a low growl escaping his lips, while his stomach somersaulted in a mixture of anticipation and desire. Watching YN tilt her head backward exposed more of her exquisite neck to his hungry gaze. Instinctively, he shifted his hips upward, the pulsating mass between his legs pressing against YN's crotch.

He yearned for YN to grasp the depth of his longing, to comprehend the impact she had on his every nerve. He needed her to understand the intensity of his desires, and what he yearned to share with her.

With a deliberate movement, his hands glided up beneath her shirt, tenderly caressing her breasts through the fabric of her bra. John drew his head back slightly, reluctantly parting his lips from her neck. His gaze fixated on her shirt, now translucent from the rain, revealing the allure of her black, lacy bra underneath.

"Oh, you little fucking tease..~"

In that moment, John's longing eclipsed any concern for onlookers. His desire to possess YN right there, amid the rain, burned with such an intensity that left no room for hesitation. He yearned to lose himself in her, to connect on a primal level, to feel body convulse and envelope him.

With an urgency that brooked no delay, John tore open YN's shirt, the delicate buttons surrendering to his fervour, scattering in all directions, unveiling her drenched and alluring chest.

His hands traversed the terrain of YN's thighs, a firm grip conveying his desire as he leaned closer to her chest. John's kisses rained down upon the apex of her breasts, gentle yet fervent, a fusion of affection and unbridled desire.

His teeth left tender imprints, marking YN in a possession that felt primal. Metaphorically, John embodied the wolf, and YN, the unwitting sheep drawn into his grasp.

His fingers ascended, teasingly pulling at the straps of her bra before swiftly dragging it down, forgoing any subtlety of unclasping. YN's breasts were liberated, prompting a soft, involuntary moan to escape her lips as the fabric caressed her nipples on its descent.

Instantly, John's lips enveloped her left nipple while his fingers deftly attended to the right, eliciting an immediate response from YN. She surrendered to an onslaught of pleasure, her body quivering with each sensation, a fiery yearning igniting between her legs.

The divine taste of her skin lingered on his tongue, sending an involuntary groan escaping past his lips. The sensation of her taut nipples against his mouth aroused an intense desire within him, prompting his hips to surge once more, pressing fervently against YN's core.

"God...you taste so fucking good..."

John withdrew from YN's nipple with a noticeable pop, a glistening trail of saliva lingering on his lips. He gazed up at her with eyes heavy with desire, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips.

His hand ventured down towards his belt, deftly unfastening it before swiftly pulling down the zipper, exposing the bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers. Observing YN's eyes tracing the movement of his hand, he awaited the moment her gaze fixed upon his cock.

Without delay, YN gracefully shifted from his lap, assuming a kneeling position before him. Her hands swiftly delved for the waistband of John's pants and boxers, deftly pulling them down. In an instant, John's erect cock was liberated, evoking a subtle moan from his parted lips.

His hand extended towards YN's, leading her fingers to encircle his shaft, a gentle smile gracing his features. Initially guiding her in a tender, rhythmic motion, he gradually released her hand, granting her the freedom to explore at her own pace.

"That's a good girl...Just like that.."

John's head arched backward in response to YN's accelerating touch, her hand moving with increased speed and pressure, gliding along the sensitive contours of his shaft. The sensation was nothing short of divine, her gentle fingers stroking him in an up-and-down motion, causing his legs to quiver with the sheer intensity of pleasure. Had YN not been there, he might have involuntarily reacted physically, so intense was the gratification coursing through him.

A deep, resonant moan echoed from deep within John, his eyes shuttering closed while his lips parted in a silent testament to the ecstasy he experienced. His grip on his thighs tightened, introducing a fleeting hint of pain that mingled seamlessly with the overwhelming pleasure.

Immersed in this state of bliss, John was momentarily unaware until the tantalizing touch of YN's lips enveloped his tip, an exhilarating rush surging through him. His hands found their way into YN's hair, gently guiding her as she bobbed rhythmically along his cock. This moment was an awakening, a revelation of bliss unlike any he had experienced before.

It took all of his strength not to force her head down and throat-fuck her. 

John's moans increased, heralding the imminent arrival of his release. His body tensed, a tightening sensation coiling in his abdomen, signalling the approaching climax.

Yet, the moment YN's tongue glided over his tip, all semblance of control shattered. His body convulsed involuntarily, his hands gripping YN's head gently yet firmly as he thrust into her mouth, releasing his hot cum within her and across her parted lips. Each undulation of his climax was met with breathy whimpers that escaped from parted lips.

As the waves of intensity subsided, his body slackened, chest heaving with the exertion of the moment. Releasing his hold on YN's head, he chuckled softly while observing her as she delicately licked away his seed from her lips. With tenderness, his hand extended, cupping her cheek in a gesture of affection.

"That's it love, don't waste a drop.."

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Brat Tamer | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Hello there, can I request the prompt “Just stay still for five minutes” with price please? Thank you very much :) ❞

: ̗̀➛ Act like a brat, get treated like a brat.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, Dom/Sub dynamics, Daddy kink, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, marking/possession kink, praise kink

↳ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Price groaned softly as he held you down, one hand on the back of your neck and the other at your ass; he had two fingers inside, his ring finger and middle fingers stretching you out as you pushed back against him and begged for him to go deeper, harder, faster.

He grinned, admiring your ass and how tight it was around the digits as he resisted the urge to leave a firm smack to your cheek; thankful that he was ambidextrous as he gripped your right cheek firmly before delivering a hard smash and tutting under his breath.

He loved how you begged for him to do it again, loved how your voice was hoarse and so close to being little more than a needy whisper; it served you right, in all honesty.

Distracting him from his job and making him lose his place amongst the field reports that he had due for a week from now. All day, you had been acting up and acting like a brat, and he had just about had enough of it; you begged for him to fuck you, but he wasn’t about to let you off so easily.

You weren’t allowed to cum, not yet, not until he said you could. You weren’t allowed to do anything he didn’t order you to, and although it was painful to force yourself to keep enough composure to obey him, you knew it would all be worthwhile.

It always was.

You reminded yourself of what to do when you weren’t comfortable - the safe word was always the same, it was always “Hurricane”, after his favourite type of aeroplane from world war two.

If you couldn’t speak, you had to hit the bed three times with your right hand, or smack his left shoulder three times. Depending on which you could reach. 

“You’re so tight,” he breathed out, but when you squirmed against him to try and fuck yourself on his fingers, he smacked your harsh harshly. “Just stay still for five minutes, I’m not fucking done.”

You whimpered, pouting at you felt the same old ache you usually did when he didn’t give you what you wanted. “Daddy, please…”

“Oh, so now you wanna be good?” Price breathed out, tilting his head to the side as he ceased all movement. “Do you have any fucking idea what you did today? Making me lose my place in all those papers… I shouldn’t even be fingering you right now, let alone fucking you.”

“Please…” you pleaded, voice breaking as if you were about to break out sobbing any second. “Please, I’ll be good, I promise. Please.”

Withdrawing his fingers from your ass, Price huffed as he sat with his back against the headboard, giving his thigh a firm tap as he ordered you to ride him; you did your best not to grin, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You shuddered, your ass feeling so full as you let him bottom out; you clenched around him, whimpering softly as you put your hands on his shoulders. 

“Come on, then,” he demanded. “Be good and fuck yourself until you cum.”

You nodded, biting down on the inside of your cheek so you didn’t grin. “Yes, Daddy.”

Price grabbed your hips as you started to rock back and forth, pushing your chest out a little as you arched your back to get a better angle; you were a little surprised when he forced you to pick up the pace, rutting into you as quickly as he could, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he put his hands on your ass and spread your cheeks.

Groaning softly when you moaned for him to go harder, deeper, faster. Fuck. If there was anything Price couldn’t deny, it was you. You felt like you were made for him, like you were all he would ever want.

He was thankful that an old friend of his - Elias - had introduced him to his son - Hesh - as it meant that Price met you; you were Hesh’s best friend, and Elias was an old friend of Price’s, so it was natural that the two of you would meet at some point.

But now, Price was more thankful than ever; three years together, and Price could never be more thankful than he was at that moment. Buried inside you as he fucked you until you grabbed the headboard and lifted yourself up slightly, trying desperately to keep up with his pace but hardly able to.

The sound of your soft moans and how you were so eager to please him at every and any opportunity, how you needed and begged for him even though you were hoarse and breathless. Price adored you, every fucking inch of you.

Fuck. Sometimes he wondered how he ever felt satisfaction without you. 

You ground down against him, matching his pace as you moaned and whimpered, and Price smiled as he licked his lips, kissing and sucking on your neck for a moment before he bit down properly, leaving his mark on you for everyone to see within the next few hours.

Fuck.

He loved it when you proudly showed off the marks around base, especially when he caught the others checking you out; a smug grin on his lips as he smoked a cigar and looked at you knowingly.

It was fucking brilliant, if he was ever concerned. Price loved to mark you up, loved to show off the fact that you were all his and he was all yours, that he was devoted to you and lived to serve.

He loved it when he caught his men checking you out when you were working out, all sweaty and panting heavily, your clothes sticking to you and showing every inch that Price loved so much; knowing that they wouldn’t be caught touching, but still nearly breaking their necks when you walked past.

Fuck.

Price toyed with the idea a few times, fucking you over his desk or letting you suck him off under it, and hoping to get caught by just about anyone; just so they would see how you belonged to one another, and he could show off.

Just for you. Price would always show off just for you. No one made him nearly half as weak as you did. 

But neither of you were going to last long, you could feel it bubbling in your stomach as your toes curled and your stomach started to pull into knots; your tongue fell from your mouth, drool seeping from it as you panted heavily as let him fuck you harder and deeper.

Crying out as your legs shook and you stalled completely; freezing up as you felt yourself spill onto him. Price grinned, collecting some of your cum on his fingers and bringing them to your mouth; he closed his eyes as you sucked his fingers, running your tongue over the tips flatly.

Fuck. He couldn’t stop himself, grunting and groaning as he paused and shot his load into you. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he grumbled harshly, giving your ass a firm smack. “You’re gonna take every drop, do you understand?”

“Need it,” you whimpered in response, nodding. “Please, need your cum inside me. All of it.”

“Good,” Price praised, a little softer as he gently ran his hand down your ass. “Stay fucking still.”

You nodded, trying not to push back against him and squeal as he fucked his cum into your ass as much as he could; a little bit dripped out and onto his sack, but he soon enough scooped it up on his fingers and made you suck them clean again.

Fuck, you were so brilliant. He pulled out just as you were on the brink of cumming again, laughing smugly as he patted your ass and kissed you sweetly. 

“You’re in my good books again,” he murmured between gentle kisses. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You shook your head, just about able to keep yourself upright as you swallowed thickly and tried to catch your breath. “Not at all… do you want a hand with those papers?”

Price shook his head as he smiled, kissing your jaw softly. “You’re alright. You spent all night awake last night, so… just rest, yeah? Have a bum day today.”

You nodded, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

He hummed as he gently grabbed your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “I love you, too.”

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Get in the Water || PSH X fem!Reader

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem!reader / Side pairing: Mingi x Yunho

Word count: 1k

Genre: angst, slight bit of fluff

Summary: The sea god finds the person who killed his lover, and has only four words for them. Seonghwa can only watch for so long.

Tags: murder, mentions of murder, established relationship, nothing particularly bad tbh. You and Seonghwa have a kid. YN not physically featured. Mentions of pregnancy and talk of futures.

A/N: inspired by the song "Get in the Water" from Epic: The Musical

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The sea king only had one request for the captain:

"Get in the water".

Seonghwa saw the water starting to swim in his eyes, yet his face not showing sadness or pain. The young pirate saw nothing but anger. Fury. Pure rage. He saw the god's hands, long and large, curled into fists that were ready to guide the seas onto their vessel. He glanced over to Hongjoong, his captain and best friend, who stared back at Mingi, God of the Seas, with defiance. Seonghwa knew this was only a show of bravery. He caught his captain's trembling hands, the resistance in his eyes slowly fading as the two stood towards one another.

Standing on top of a rock that erupted from the sea floors, Mingi, God of the Sea, wore the plated breastplate with his horse sigil on his chest. His crown, made of driftwood and pearls, sat upon a mop of black strands and the trident he held was made of shining steel. The lower half of his body was a merman's tail of the deepest black, shimmering even against the crashing waves hitting his perch. Hongjoong, in his own armor, planted himself firmly on the dock. With a small step or push, Hongjoong could indeed get in the water. Once in the deep, dark depths, the sea god will have him.

All because Hongjoong wanted gold.

"Get in the water," Mingi repeated, his piercing eyes narrowed on him.

"For what reason?" Hongjoong replied in a shaky voice. "What have I done to offend you, Sea God?"

"You took what was most precious to me. You slew the one who calmed my angry oceans and warmed my cold heart. You killed the only person I ever loved," Seonghwa heard his voice crack at the last person. "So now...Get in the water, captain."

Seonghwa knew of whom Mingi spoke: the siren on the shores of the golden island. Siren scales fetch hefty prices in the market places. They are said to attract love and fortune. Hongjoong believed a siren's tail would make him a rich man. Seonghwa told him he was foolish to believe so. They'd all die for certain. With wax in their ears, their orders clear, Hongjoong and the rest of the crew hunted down sirens in the farthest reaches of the sea. Seonghwa regretted what he'd done, but he had a family back home. He had you and your son, Minho.

"Get in the water," Mingi said again, "Or I'll bring the waves so high everyone in your little shanty sea town will die."

Hongjoong paused, that resistance starting to crumble. Tempest may not be the most glamourous of places, but it was home for their crew. Seonghwa thought of the sea breeze that blew through the tiny village. He saw you at the tavern, serving drinks and food to hungry sailors and fisherman. He thought of your smooth, supple skin and warm kisses. Your smile and laugh haunted his dreams. He pictured his own son, Minho, running down the sandy roads with his friends. You tell him he's a spitting image of his father. Seonghwa's heart shattered thinking of his home, his family, and everyone he knows drowning and not able to save them.

"Wait..."

"I'll make tidal waves so profound," he said, "Both your wife and children will drown."

Suffocating. That was how drowning felt. Seonghwa recalled the time he'd fallen overboard during a storm. The waves almost pushed him under each time he came up for air. The currents carried him farther and farther, tossing and crushing him. Even on land, he could feel his lungs contracting as air was sucked out of him.

"No, please..."

"Get in the water."

"I didn't mean to-"

"-You didn't mean to?" Mingi snapped, and he swore he saw lightning slash through the sky in the distance. Seonghwa saw the waves around them suddenly turn dark, rolling onto one another over and over as if reaching for Hongjoong. "Did not mean to kill my beloved and steal his tail? To take his life in hopes of gaining riches? Get. In. The. Water, you pathetic human filth!"

The thunder rumbled along with the god's insult

"Don't mistake my threats as bluffs, captain," he continued. "I will go to your little town and crash every ship that comes your way. I will bring rain and water until it floods their crops and destroys their homes. I will leave your people with nothing! Nothing, you hear me?!"

Hongjoong's pride came back over his face. "I don't think you will. You make claims all the time and never followed through."

"Captain, what are you doing?" Wooyoung, the ship's builder, asked in disbelief.

"He's all talk."

"Are you insane? He will crash our ships if we go out to port. How will we get home?"

They're so close to home. Seonghwa could almost smell your cooking in his nose. He could feel Minho's little arms around his neck, his body in his arms as he kissed his precious face. Your warmth in his bed. His son's bright eyes glimmering up at him with happiness. He'd trade all the siren scales and gold in the world to be back home.

"Get in the water."

"He can't touch me," Hongjoong said to Wooyoung, "As long as I'm on land."

"Get in the water," Mingi said once more, trident twisting into the hard rock beneath. Seonghwa knew with one swing of that weapon, the ocean around them will sink their fleet and homes. "Or I will release the kraken. I will call upon the sea serpents of the north, the giant squids of the south, and the monstrosities of the deepest depths. They will break your ships. They will break you and your crew."

He thought of all the sea monsters his grandfather used to tell him about. Beasts so terrifying and deadly that sailors steer clear of their hunting grounds. He pictured himself being eaten by such beasts, no longer there to protect and provide for his growing family. You must be swelling by now, from what your last letter told him. You told him right before he left for the sea again: you're pregnant. With another mouth to feed, your wages as a barmaid will not cut it. You needed him. He needed you. What if you died in childbirth?

"Get in the water."

And Minho and your baby end up alone?

"Get in the water!"

His son will be put to work; work unfit and unsafe for a boy of seven. The babe will be given away or worse.

"No!"

Minho is a gentle lad.

"Get in the water!"

He loves the sea. He loves fishing and swimming. He collects seashells and starfish.

"Get in the water!"

Those things will be taken from him. His innocence will be stolen, no doubt.

"Get in the water!"

The ocean started to swell. For the briefest of moments, he saw a tentacles break the surface before diving back down. Too long and too thick to be any ordinary creature. You needed him. You mean so much to him. He knew he loved you the night he met you at the Rusty Pot. The banter between you both made him feel alive, and your smile warmed him from head to toe. When you said 'yes' the night by the water, he'd been the happiest man. No treasure trove or siren scale could replace his love for you.

"You can find another," Hongjoong scoffed. "It's not as if I killed them all."

Hongjoong, a ladies' man who frequented brothels, never experienced real, deep love before. He'd never understand. Seonghwa knew if someone ever harmed you, he'd gut them himself. He remembered the siren. A male with deep black hair and round eyes that looked so innocent. He'd been sitting on a rock, enjoying the ocean breeze and singing softly to himself. The silver chain and charm on his neck should've clued them in: a prancing horse, so similar to the one on Mingi's breastplate, matched the one Hongjoong snatched off his corpse. His grandfather told him all about the sea god's favorite: a siren named Yunho, who had the most beautiful singing voice. They'd grown up together, he'd told Seonghwa. Side-by-side, moving through the decades and centuries together. He'd always wanted a love like theirs; he'd gotten it in you.

"You...Pathetic...Worthless...Weakling..." the sea god's fury came down in thunder and lighting, dark clouds overcasting the sky. "You dare..."

It'd been Hongjoong who killed him. He launched the net that pulled him into the boat. He'd screamed. Seonghwa's eyes closed as those screams and pleas echoed in his ears. He'd looked so scared. Hongjoong slaughtered him without mercy. Seonghwa had helped.

"Get in the water. You've lived more than enough, little pirate."

But, it was Hongjoong that Mingi wanted.

"He wasn't even that pretty."

Surely, he'd spare the crew if the one who killed his beloved was dead.

"Are you mad?!" Wooyoung called out.

They'll die because of their captain's greed and pride.

"Kind of weird for a god to care so much for a lesser being..."

Seonghwa could not let that happen. He must get home to you, Minho and your baby. He hoped it was a girl. He'd like a daughter who would be her mother in miniature. You're likely due any day now. The doctor said you'd likely already have the baby by the time he came home. The flicker of another tentacle, this time bright pink, floated through the thrashing waves. A squid. A kraken and a squid.

"Get in the-"

He did not know what made him do it: the desperation to get home, the need to see his family again and hold his newborn child, or perhaps fear of losing his own life. Thinking of his house at the edge of town, he pressed his hand to Hongjoong's back and pushed him into the waves. Only Seonghwa heard his screams so close to the water, the rest only heard more rumbling and crackling. He stared down, tears filling his eyes and guilt in his heart, and saw Hongjoong's arms desperately reach for the surface. Right as his face broke the waves, he was quickly yanked back down. Even in the darkness, Seonghwa saw crimson clouds color the sea foam created by the waves.

Mingi's cruel cackle struck fear into his chest. Seonghwa stared up to see the sea god laughing, throwing his head back a moment before continuing to watch the kraken tear the captain apart. When the waters stilled, the blood starting to fade with the tides, he looked at Seonghwa.

'YN...I love you. Minho, my sweet boy, I'm sorry.'

Mingi stepped a foot forward and immediately a wave caught him. He walked along the ocean surface until he reached the edge of the dock. Seonghwa shivered in place, rain and mist starting to seep into his clothes.

"You just killed your captain, sailor," Mingi said. "Why?"

"I have a family," he whispered. "A wife whose pregnant...an eight-year-old son who hardly has his sea legs...I cannot let his greed take them from me. I told him, your greatness, that killing sirens is a sin against the sea. Killing Yunho, the most enchanting of them all, was foolish and would only bring pain and devastation. He did not listen. I was not going to lose my family over his greed." He mustered his courage and said, "Is your vengeance satisfied, great sea lord?"

Mingi hesitated. Seonghwa saw him contemplating the question. He then finally said, "I've seen you before...You've come to my altar."

"Every time I go onto the water, my lord."

"Your wife's name is YN...Your son is Minho...You've given my offerings for protection at sea..."

"I am all they have. If I die, life will be difficult for them."

"You must love them very much to kill a good friend so swiftly."

"I do. More than any scale or gold coin in the world." He held back his tears, "I am just a man whose trying to go home."

He stayed silent a moment longer. "You may go, but know this, should you or your crew ever sail in my oceans again you will experience my anger firsthand."

"We understand, my lord."

Seonghwa watched him return back into the ocean. As the waves stilled again, Seonghwa turned away and walked back down the dock without a word. He had to get home. He could find work on a dock or in a shipyard. He could get a job where he'd be on land.

He'd done it all to be with you.

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A/N: this idea came to me at 4am, and I needed to write it lol I really love the songs from Epic: The Musical, and couldn't help seeing Mingi as a vengeful sea god. 'Get in the Water' is definitely one of my favorites. Hope you guys enjoyed this short, angsty tale <3

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Happy Valentine's day Y/N 2.

Y/n x Pick your character.

You're not a huge fan of festivities, especially Valentine's day, but your best friend is more than ready to make you change your mind and maybe he's also ready to confess to you something you have been waiting for so long.

Ghost.

You and him have been friends since you were children, you've seen the worst and the best of Simon Riley and still you adore and support him, you are roommates now, but everybody would say you're more of a husband - wife relationship, you like that thought, you will not say that loud of course, Simon is at home for Valentine's, you welcomed him and put his laundry on the washer, he also brought a strange box with him, you don't like to ask, but you felt your curiosity taking control of your mouth.

- what's that box? Can I see?

- Sorry love, that's... Personal.

-oh... Well, it's okay, take a shower big boy, I'll go to the supermarket quickly! Do u need something?

- Will you bring me a bottle of...

- whiskey? got it, that's already on the shopping list, something else?

- you know me so well love, no, I think that's all, if you need help call me, alright?

- Yes Lt. I'll be right back!

You left the house wondering what that box was, Simon doesn't hide anything from you but this time it looks like he wants to keep a secret.

Ghost opened the box and started his mission, packed a lot of gifts, put some balloons around, oh this poor man doesn't know how to show affection, but his team gave him some ideas, he really wants you to know how he feels for you. He doesn't know how long it will take you your little trip to the supermarket but he tries to get ready as soon as possible.

You ran through the supermarket, you don't want to waste time when Simon is at home, you want to spend as much time as possible with him, you were putting your bags in your car when the sound of barking caught your attention, an old woman is selling puppies, you don't even know if that's still allowed but no one would judge you if you go to see the poor puppies, to your surprise there's just one «this is the last one» you heard the woman said, a little boy came to see it too, you were leaving until you heard the little boy talking to his mother. «Mom! Look! This puppy has a ghost face in his back!!! Can we take it with us?» «No honey, there's no space enough for puppies at home, let's go».

A ghost face in the back of the puppy? You looked at the dog carefully, indeed, there's a huge spot in the back that looks like a ghost, you remembered how much Simon wanted a dog a few months ago, the puppy looks perfect for him, also it's Valentine's day, friends can also surprise each other with presents, no?.

- How much for the dog?

- Do you want him? It's the last one... If you want it, take it for free.

- Oh! Really? Is there a problem with it or something?

- No, it's healthy, it has its vaccines and all, I just wanna go home, so do you want it or not?

You looked at the woman trying to find out if she was lying, after a moment you took the puppy in your arms, thanked the woman and went home.

- Simon! I'm home! I need help with the bags!

- Get it! I'll go in a minute.

He was nervous, he was watching himself in the mirror, everything looked nice, he smelled good and looked good, he had to admit he looked very handsome, he went to help and you were melting at the view, how this man can look so good all the time?.

- Si... Are you using perfume? You're not wearing sports clothes... Do you have a date or something?

- What? No, I just... took a shower, you told me to do it.

- oh yeah, sure, so... I have a surprise for you! Close your eyes, please!

- How will I help with the bags if I have to close my eyes?

- Forget about the bags! Please close your eyes!

He did and extended his arms, while you put the puppy in his arms, the puppy fell for Simon very quickly, he started to lick his finger.

- alright, open them!

- seriously?

You never saw him so excited for something, there he was, a perfect picture, Simon and... The still unnamed dog!

- Yes, do you like it? Consider it as a Valentine's gift! How would you like to name it?

- love, this is a wonderful present, thanks... And i don't know, we accept suggestions.

- I'm glad you liked it, it looks like he likes you too, and I was actually thinking about 'Riley' or 'ghost' since the spot In his back looks like your mask and your baklava...

He laughed, he was laughing, something that only you can do, he kept looking at the dog who was now trying to bite his fingers and then he looked at you, there's something different on his eyes, there's something else, a stranger spark.

- I think Riley is perfect. Y/N?

- Yes?

- I, I also have something for you, is... In the kitchen, Would you like to see it?

- Seriously? You didn't need to ask! Let's go!

You ran to the kitchen and the first thing you saw was a lot of balloons and small boxes and paper bags.

- What's all of this? All those are for me?

Simon put the dog on the floor to let it explore and walked to you.

- Yes, all are yours, I buy souvenirs or things that remind me of you every time I have a mission and write small notes to not forget why I bought it.

You started to open every box and bag and read every note «i saw this lipstick in the mall, I think it matches your skin tone» «these gloves reminded me of your small hands, it will keep them warm in my absence» «if you were a gem, I think you would be a sapphire» «I found it in the Market, maybe you will use it for your sketches» «I know how much you like to take photos, fill this album».

After a while you took a moment to see Ghost who's standing at the doorframe, there's no need to speak, you walked and kissed him softly, both have been feeling in the same way for so long.

- Happy Valentine's Simon.

- Happy Valentine's my love.

Price.

John and you were neighbors, you noticed he was a very busy man and you also noticed the food delivery service knocking at his door when he was around. That's how it started, you decided you wanted to give the poor man a proper meal when he's at home.

Eventually, you and him started to hangout and spend time together, it was clear for you the age difference between you and him, but who cares? The heart wants what it wants, but you know Price thinks differently, he told you about how insecure he feels when you're together and people of your Age approach to ask you for your number.

- You're a Sweetheart but people always think I'm your dad, have fun with people of your age, don't worry about me.

- John it'll be a Valentine's party! I won't go alone, I want to go with you but if you don't feel comfortable we can do something different, I don't mind.

In fact, you're so sweet, John doesn't know when or how exactly happened but he fell hard for you, you're younger than him but you talk as if you have the same experience as him, you are funny, you cook delicious, you're perfect for him, but he feels like he would be selfish for drag you to his way to live, he's not sure if you would be comfortable with something else than a friendship, he even talked about his dilemma with his boys.

- Cap, you're better than any man of her age, we're in a new era, Age is not a problem anymore.

- Gaz is right Captain, also if she prefers to spend time with you every time you're at home and cook for you doesn't make you think she probably feels the same way for you? Maybe love is in the air cap.

- I hate to say this, but maybe they're right Captain. Take the risk.

And that was all, that conversation made Price reconsider his options, and now here he is, cooking dinner for you, putting fresh flowers on the table and getting ready to confess what he has been feeling lately.

* knock, knock *

You look amazing, that blue outfit and the light make up definitely will make him fall at your feet, you also bring a very expensive but small present for him, today is the day, you will risk it all.

- Hey y/n, happy Valentine's, you are stunning today! Come in.

- Thanks John, you look very handsome too. oh! Before I forget, this is for you, I hope you like it

He opened the small box and oh my god, where did you get all the money you pay for that gorgeous watch? You're making very difficult for him to stop the urgency to kiss you.

- fuckin hell, is amazing, you didn't have to, I bet it costs a fortune...

- of course I needed, i couldn't stop to imagine it on your wrist! It's a classic!

He put the watch on his wrist, indeed you have a wonderful taste, it looks good on him.

- Doll, you didn't have to, I love it.

He couldn't contain himself, he hugged you, you tried to smell and retain in your lungs the perfume he was using, this man is so handsome, strong, elegant, he is perfect for you.

- come on sweetie, dinner is ready, do u want a drink?

- Sure, do you need help with something?

- Oh no, it's okay, all is under control, what do you want to drink? I have... Fuck, uh, I have water, sparkling water, juice, soda or whiskey, but if you want something else I can go to the store quickly.

You laughed, why is he so... Nervous?.

- John, it's fine, a Whiskey is perfect!

- alright love, a whiskey is on the way.

The meal was delicious, the conversation was funny and interesting, he taught you to dance a little, the drinks were also helping both of you to be brave.

- I have to sit, I'm getting older sweetie, you're a good dancer, I also have to give you your present, wait here...

He left the room and you sat on the table waiting impatiently, he was fast, he went back with a box with a pink big ribbon adorning it.

- Here it is, I... I spent a whole week looking for the perfect ones, I hope you like it.

You looked like a little kid on Christmas, you broke the paper, untied the ribbon and when you opened the box you found the most beautiful jewelry, the necklace was made of pearls and emeralds, the earrings were two small emeralds to match the necklace and a silver bracelet, you screamed with excitement, you stood up from your chair and gave small jumps.

- Jesus Christ! John... There's no way I can't accept all this, is amazing, is perfect, and I bet it's also fuckin' expensive!

- Doll, please accept it, you've been doing a lot for me since we met, it's the least I can do... And...

He took the bracelet and put it on your wrist, he held your hand carefully and put your hand under the light of a lamp.

- there's a secret message on the bracelet...

Indeed the bracelet had a message engraved. «To my one and only, I love you.»

You looked at him and he smiled at you nervously and before he could try to break eye contact you held his face with your free hand and kissed him.

- I love you too John Price, I love you too.

[birdythebirdthing]

Imagine male reader without a shirt cause he is muscular as fuck.

The summer was so hot and [Name] hated summer, he always takes off his shirt and sometimes mask if he is alone.

One day his fellow lovers and his team had a gym today so they open to door to see.. The male without shirt! Damn man the male had 6 packs and large pecs and they were not in bite marks. (Others Had bites marks, but male didn't which the four got confused as shit)

"Eeek! Why didn't ya say that yall come in!" [Name] screamed hiding his upper body his hands.

"I didn't knew you were packed, man" Ace says.

[Name]'s team left cause they knew he need private time.

"Where is ya bite marks that we gave aye" Soap asked.

"Yeah.. no bite marks or hickeys." Gaz spoke.

"Well, uh.. I had been a mission with my team last two weeks aye that's why?" [Name] replied.

"Really? They is no light marks of us." Price spoke looking at male features.

"No marks but, we have time to take what's our and full your body with our bite marks right guys?" Ghost asked the three which they nodded.

"What? Cmon it was only two weeks I never seen my chest without bite marks this time.. aye" [Name] said tired to make them stop no avail.

"We have to know you're ours luv, since you have a higher rank" Soap spoke.

After 2 hours or 3 hours?

Oh god man, the male's body is covered with bites and hickeys especially on his pecs where he had four bite marks from each of them.

And his abs had literally blood bite marks from the four. Everywhere tummy, thighs oh god they did vanaged you in the neck cause the four already knew your sweet spot which makes you to moan everytime they bite their.

Poor [Name] can't flex his body to anyone because of his jealousy lovers.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Steve's Washateria

Characters: Steve Rogers x black!reader

Summary: Finally you take Steve's offer to use his washer and dryer, but are you willing to pay the price?

Warnings: Smut and overall cuteness

Every single week, you and your cute ass neighbor would have the same conversation. Somehow Steve would catch you in the hallway whenever you had to peer over the mountain of clothes in your hamper on your way to the apartment’s washroom. It would never fail, no matter your protest about working in the infectious disease unit that he would take the hamper with ease and set it down for you.

Each time the conversations would get longer and you wouldn’t want them to end, but you knew he was tired from saving the world or work would interrupt, either way he would always have to leave. No matter the reason he had to leave, the conversation always ended the same.

“You know instead of me carrying your heavy-,”

You held up one church finger. “I doubt  its that heavy when your able to move cars.” You smirked.

He scoffed and looked at the ground, before staring up at you through those supernaturally long eyelashes for a man. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” He moved one of your stray braids or locs from the front of your face. “You can always use my machines instead of hauling that down here.”

“And what’s it gonna cost me?” Please say pussy, please say pussy, please say pussy.

Steve always dreaded this question. Yes he wanted to spend more time with you, but his intentions grew less pure each time he asked this question. He had a hard time, hiding his baser desires. Especially after he saw you in that sports bra and shorts. “A cup of coffee?”

“I would bu-,”

“But you just worked in the infectious disease unit. One day that ain’t gonna work.” He walked out backwards so he could look at you for as long as possible.

“But today ain’t the day Ice Man!” 

Steve laughed. “Have a nice night, YN.”

“You too, Steve,”

One day you didn’t have the energy to go all the way to the basement. Work and the gym tuckered you out. Steve’s washroom was so much closer and he had a couch. 

Once Steve opened the door, he knew you were finally caving in. “Gonna cost you a cup of coffee and conversation.” He smirked, leaning against his doorway in nothing but a wife beater and gray sweats. Who knew Captain Steve Rogers was apart of the hoochie daddy community.

“I’m good for it.” 

Before you could make your way in, Steve took the hamper. “You’re in luck, I just made a fresh pot.”

“Can’t get a Keruig like the rest of us, sir?” You poured yourself a cup, then browsed his albums. You could easily see he was making his way through the music he missed. The albums were in order by year. ‘Marvin Gaye? My daddy loves him.”

Steve used his stealth to sneak behind you. It gave him the chance to inhale your scent with you unaware. He had to get you to lay your head on his throw pillows. That way he could fall asleep to your scent. “A friend suggested it. I got a whole list in a little black book.”

“Like of everything you missed?!” You jumped, not knowing he was so close to you. Accidentally you spilled your coffee on him. “Oh my gosh Steve.” You took a paper towel and pressed it against his shirt. Fuck this man was made of steel. His body felt like a wall. “Shit!” Some dripped to the front of his pants. Without thinking you patted that dry as well. Oh sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too. Steve was packing some heat below the belt. Just like the dork you were, you couldn’t stop patting his dick. 

As if it were possible, Steve was getting harder with every pat. His hand snapped out to reach for your wrist.

This was the most embarrassing day ever. You were never talking to Steve again. He was looking at you as if you wanted to murder you. Probably because you violated his space and spilled hot ass coffee on him. “Steve, I’m so sorry.”

Fuck it, he had to go for it. Natasha and Tony complained he wasn’t living his life. Right now seems like the best time to start. “You should be.” He used the hand he grabbed to pull you closer to him. His thigh rested right between your valley of sweetness. “How are you ever are gonna repay me?” His nose ran alongside your pulsepoint. 

Was Steve flirting with you? By the way he rubbed his cock against you it was safe to assume that he was. “Um, I could cook you something. I can throw down in the kitchen.”

“I want something to eat, but it ain’t in the kitchen.”

Has this man been in your dreams? Too many times this scenario has been a featured film in your dreams. 

“You can pay me by wetting my dick with that juicy pussy instead of coffee.” Consent, shit. Steve’s body language softened and he backed away to give you space. He wanted you to think with a clear head and with no pressure. “Uh but only if you want to. Because you can back away at any time.”

You interrupted Steve’s rant by sticking his fingers in your pussy. “Take your payment.”

A switch went off in Steve’s head. Kind and nurturing Steve went to the background. “So fucking tight.” He watched in amazement as his fingers collected your honey.

“Steve,” your back arched. His fingers were thicker than you ever experienced. “Please,” you scooted away. 

He hooked his arm around your waist. “What you want pretty girl? You want to cum?” He sucked your nipple through your shirt. 

To stop from alerting your neighbors, you bit your lip. Steve bit your nipple. That sting with the combination of the fabric of your shirt had you in ecstasy. “Yes,” you threw your head back.

Steve pulled your chin down. His cool blue eyes had fire behind them. “Then don’t fucking run from me.” He growled. 

Picking you up, his fingers never left your pussy. Mid-air he made you cum as he walked you to the washer. Steve set you on top of the machine. The mere vibration of the home appliance had you cumming again.

Steve already knew he was hooked, but right now he decided he would never let you go. “Taste.” His fingers were covered in you. They shone under the small light.

The swirl of your tongue around his fingers made him make a mental note to have you on your knees tonight giving the same treatment to his dick.

“Don’t swallow yet.” He held your chin as he kissed you. Maybe he could forget about the head. Kissing you had to be his favorite thing, especially tasting your ambrosia on your tongue.

He pumped his cock a couple of times. He slid inside of you. “Holy,” Steve buried his head in the crook of your neck. There he bit your shoulder, leaving his mark.

“My god.” You sighed. “Steve!” His hands, his mouth, his dick, and the washing machine made for the perfect team up. Your senses were overloaded. You couldn’t focus on just one thing.

Steve had to remind himself to keep moving. The faces you made were better than any sunset.

“Steve!” You refrained from pushing yourself off the washing machine. You were so overstimulated, you couldn’t form any other words but Steve’s name.

He sensed your impending orgasm. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

Everything happened in perfect synchronization. Your orgasm, Steve’s orgasm, and the washing machine all went off at the same time. One of the neighbors had to believe that a party or something was going on from how loud you were.

Steve caressed your sex drunk face. He stashed it in his memory back. He would have to draw it later, but now he had other concerns.at the moment. “Another load?” He massaged your clit.

Oh yeah, you were definitely only doing your laundry from here now on.

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[and-claudia]

After the War: Echo

(Echo x female reader)

This is Echo’s part of my “After the War” series for tbb. Each boy will get their own part. I hope you enjoy!

Links to the others:

Crosshair

Tech

Hunter

After they rescued Crosshair and got his chip removed they all decided to settle on a small moon with mainly small towns and only a few big city areas. Eventually they all figured out how to live like civilians.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Angst ❤️‍🩹, Fluff towards the end 🖤

When he realized just how many civilians were effect negatively by the war and were now suffering from PTSD he knew he wanted to help. He worked part time as a mechanic but his passion was in his help group he put together for civilians dealing with ptsd. He shared his story with them and his struggles and they did the same. They all helped one another. Then one day after a meeting a girl came up to him.

"Hey, may ask you something?" She asked.

He gave her a kind smile.

"Of course, what's on your mind?"

"A few of us how been wondering why you don't have an official therapist license yet. I mean you do such an amazing job with us you could be making some serious money from helping people." She said.

"I'm not in it for the money. Besides, I don't have the money to go to school to get my license. Being a mechanic doesn't pay much." He shrugged. He wasn't complaining just stating the facts.

"Oh." Was all she said with a nod before saying goodbye.

About a month later she came up to him after a meeting a presented him with case. He gave her an odd look before opening it. His eyes widened.

"What is this?"

"Go get your license." She said with a small smile.

"I can't take this money from you."

"It's not just from me. It's from all of us. It's a gift. A way to say thank you. Please, take it."

"Thank you." He said smiling at her.

He left for a couple years while getting his license. He would still hold meeting was there via hologram. He also relied heavily on the same girl, who calmed to discover was named Yn. She helped everyone when he couldn't connect to them on a personal level.

When he returned he had two things on his mind. Opening his own PTSD recovery center and finding Yn and telling her how he felt.

It didn't take long to find her and when she saw him she rushed to meet him. She was going to go for a hug but stopped short not knowing if that's be okay. Echo noticed and gave her a small nod opening his arms for her.

To anyone passing they'd seem like a couple being reunited.

"I need to tell you something." They said to each other at the same time.

"You first." She insisted.

"Okay, this is going to sound crazy. But I like you. No I think I may even love you. You're beautiful, strong and caring. And I know I'm just me. But if you're willing to give me a chance, I'd be the happiest man ever." He said.

She smiled at him.

"I feel the same."

"I understand. I'm sorry- wait what?"

"I feel the same, Echo." She said.

"Really?"

She nodded. Without another thought he dipped his head down and kissed her.

Eventually they opened his center and she became his secretary. He didn't ever have a set price for sessions, it was what you could pay. He wanted them to get the help they needed more than anything. But most of his patients payed him nicely because of how much he was able to help them.

After about a year of this he finally got enough courage to propose to her. She of course said yes. His old captain, Rex came to marry them. He was glad to have his old friend there with him as well as clone force 99.

The discussion of kids had came up a few times and the more he thought about it the more he knew he wanted to have kids with Yn. But he couldn't give that to her. And after a lot of discussion they decided to go with a sperm donor.

"I don't want it to be a stranger." She said.

They were currently laying on the floor of their living room floor. They do their best thinking here.

"Agreed. But who then?"

"What about Rex? Do you think that is something he'd be will to do?" She asked, lifting her head from his stomach.

"I mean it wouldn't hurt to ask. Worst he says is no."

Echo has expected the conversations to be awkward but it wasn't. Rex was actually honored that they chose him.

He was also the first person they called when the test came back positive. And then again when they found out it was twin boys. They were his pride and joy before they were even born. He had names picked out already and he was finally ready to bring them up to Yn.

"Could we name one of them after one of my brothers? It's not a very conventional name..."

"Of course, Echo. Can I ask which brother?"

"Fives." He whispered.

She reached over and and took his hand. He hasn't shared much about him. And she respected that. She understood how close they were and how hard he had taken hearing of his death. But that's it.

"I think he'd love that." She kissed his hands and he pulled him into a hug.

She could hear his sniffling and so she held him and allowed him to let out his emotions. When he had composed himself he pulled away to look at her but kept her in his arms.

"What about the other one?"

"I was honestly thinking of Rex. I mean he's done so much for us. And now with Fives I just think it feels right."

"It does." He agreed.

When his boys came into the world he cried. They were his literal pride and joy. He supported them in everything they did. It was his goal to encourage them to do what they want and be comfortable with discussing anything with either himself or their mom.

Taglist: @silvasbabe

[soranihimawari]

Lucid Love

[SFW version]

Culinary student! Miya Osamu x Culinary Student! YN

A time skip special featuring my favorite of the Miya’s. After all, I do love a man who can cook for me. ;)

Supporting cast: Inarizaki Graduates and professional players Aran! & newly signed (MSBY!) Miya Atsumu

Word count: 2.6 k

Rating: pg-17+ for suggestive scene and or a sex joke or two

Ridiculously pragmatic fluff for cooks and or bakery student rival students, lol. Somehow Miya Osamu & YN make it work

“Since when did ya come to the conclusion that yer in love with her?"

Another triumphant ‘thwack!’ landed the volleyball way out of bounds. In the practice gym of a local indoor volleyball club, the Miya twins, along with Aran and their ex-captain, Kita, had a two on two game starting. The subject of life, love, and the pursuit of the future had been tossed around the boys’ noggins since graduation day (albeit three years ago, but who’s counting?). Atsumu went to go pick up the stray ball his brother had hit, but he noticed his sibling’s flustered expression.

"Who said I was in love with her, Tsumu?"

Osamu had crossed his arms over his chest in feign defence without knowing that his expression and voice betrayed his stature. Aran chuckled and Kita shook his head. Although the Miya twins are brothers, those two knew their kouhai well enough when either of them had crushes, etc.

"Everyone," his brother answered. Atsumu bounced the volleyball for a few minutes prior to launching it into a service ace (and match point).

"Like who?” Osamu pressed.

"Suna, Gintama,” Aran began.

“Me too,” Kita raised his hand.

Slowly, Osamu finally let his walls come down and with an exuberant sigh, he laughs. Oh, they know who you are since the first day of culinary lessons at the local college. You, who had created pastries that would make any in-law proud; you who for entree portions could manifest a beef bulgogi with kimchi with the limited ingredients in the course pantry; and the one time you offered a cup of matcha pudding when he was feeling a bit stumped. Even if each incident was an isolated one, Osamu felt the urge to try to ask you out to dinner. Instead, today, with Atsumu being a bit demanding for a reunion along with the invitation of their senpais, he was here in a gym, playing a two on two game.

"What?” Osamu asked, his eyebrows raised.

He ran a hand through his hair. The silver and gray is almost gone, but he let his thoughts wander even more. Then, he remembers seeing you at the farmers’ market last weekend. You were haggling for a better price for the over-ripened bananas to make a mousse with until the owner yielded and you gave them the yen-note for the bunch. Is it really that obvious? I mean, of course I love Vi as a friend, she's actually the one that kept me in balance; yet she didn't care for my crazy antics creating some rather rancid abominations that I usually leave for Tsumu to try, she tells me to not prank him so often anymore, haha...And just because she allows me to be myself doesn't really mean that I'm head over heels for her. I'll give her credit though. She's spunky, that short temper of hers is kind of attractive, even when she was bending over the kitchen counter…Holy shit.

"All right guys, I think we'll call it a day," Aran suggests. “Afterall, don’t you have to rest up because you have the PR-interviews tomorrow for the Black Jackals?”

Atsumu chuckles. He shakes his head confirming so. Aran waves as he gathers his bag and other personal belongings and he waves as he exits. Kita mentions he’ll be watching the interviews tomorrow, but before the old captain leaves, he turns to Osamu.

“I’ve got quite the journey ahead of me, but I’m happy for you Atsumu,” Kita says, exhibiting a warm smile. “I have to head back to the farm anyways. Osamu, I’ll see you at the farmer’s market next week, ok? And bring that classmate of yours. I heard her takoyaki is superb.”

Osamu hums, realizing his blush was not fading as fast as he would have hoped. Kita picks up his backpack and keys to his mo-ped as Atsumu stores the volleyball in his own bag.

Atsumu teases his little brother once more before the two leave the gym; the setter makes a snide remark about how he wants to meet his new “potential”-sister-in-law when the volleyball season ends…

==[FRIDAY 14/07/20XX==

The walk back to the culinary campus was a quiet one because Osamu reflected on what his brother had mentioned. When he walked into his evening culinary business class, he tended to space out what the professor was saying. A few hours later, he finds himself on the platform of the train back to his apartment in Hyogo. You, on the other hand, are a few meters away from him and you call out his name, thus causing the fireflies in his stomach to flutter with hope. You walk toward him in haste with a quickened pace. The passersby who wanted your phone number along with catcalls, caused you to do something unexpected.

“Babe? I thought we agreed to meet at your place tonight,” you had this pleading look in your eye. Osamu smiles and he chuckles when holds your hand like it’s the most natural thing for him to do. He confirms your statement with a gentle squeeze. The idiots who were catcalling you had ceased and instead cursed their luck along with muttering apologies to you both. The train arrives, finally, but you are led by your classmate’s kind smile. You feel a slight change of heart when your grip on his hand doesn’t waver; the passing of the city lights outside the windows are what illuminate the features of your face while looking up at Osamu’s profile.

“Do ya want to grab some dinner with me?” Osamu asks you right before your stop is announced.

In approximately three and a half years, you haven’t missed your own stop since you moved to Hyogo after high school. Tonight you opt to skip it entirely just to see how well dinner will go and accept the invite. You exit the train and the platform with Osamu roughly twenty minutes later. You walk side by side with him, listening to his stories about leaving volleyball behind to pursue the culinary arts; you find out your goal is the same, but in two different fields. Osamu dreams of working and owning his own business whereas you’d prefer to be either a pastry chef or at the very most, a manager in a swank nightclub where a few ‘big’ names had come to make home.

“Where are we heading to?” you inquire. Osamu shrugs before turning to face you with a sheepish grin.

“My place…?” he answered.

“Ah, ok. Well, I missed my stop and by the time dinner is done…”

“Ya can sleep over, I don’t mind.”

“If you insist, Miya. I didn’t know you were so forward, hah.”

“I’m not going to leave ya to fend for yerself all night. Besides, I would have made you dinner before trying anything since you already called me ‘babe.’ Now c’mon, darlin’, let’s go on that date.”

Your flustered appearance afterward caused Osamu to chuckle lightly. Love is too strong a word, but if seeing you like this was enough for him to start believing in it a little more.

When you arrive at the skyscraper-esc building, you realize Osamu was somewhat rich, but not quite third floor suite rich. You let out a low whistle as he gives you a brief tour and explanation about how the rest of his scholarship money went to renting this space.

“Wonderboy, you are something,” you mention.

You make yourself at home at the insistence of your impromptu date by removing your shoes and placing them right at the end of the hallway facing the front door. You place your personal belongings except your phone, as you haven’t decided if you’d mention taking a ride share to your own apartment or not just yet. You wander around the apartment and study the various photos hung up on the wall detailing the highlights of your classmates’ life through the years.

“You really were popular, holy shit,” you say over your shoulder. You hear the ambient sounds of Osamu fumbling around in the kitchen creating what would be his signature dish.

“Not as popular with the ladies as you think,” he mumbles to himself. Flashes of his brother going out on dates during high school and right before he left to sign on with the Black Jackals muddled Osamu’s mind. Then, one person in particular closed his mind for a minute: an ex-partner who shattered his idea of what love is. Yet with you, it’s different. This attraction he feels is different, it’s tangible, and warm—bright even.

“I wasn’t really popular myself,” you meet him on the other side of the kitchen island. “My friends were though.”

She heard me, Osamu’s thoughts wander off as you sit on the bar stool in front of him.

“Really?”

You observe how Osamu begins to portion out and you see the rice he made earlier that day along with the eel filling he made a few hours before heading to class. His expression changed to a curious one, yet it remained neutral in order to calm himself a little.

“Have you seen my friends? They literally took the idol and modeling world by storm. While they’re good people, I just didn’t get by being in the background. I’m sure they’re off doing great things, having grand adventures, they even send me postcards! But the thing is, I truly do enjoy baking, making good food for patrons—”

“Like me?”

Osamu rolls the second onigiri after he says those two words. The analog clock in the kitchen ticks for a few seconds before you slam both hands on his countertop.

“Especially you!”

Your hands flail about as you confess everything you like about him and even his company. You take a bite of his onigiri and you conclude your rant with a fuming smile by praising it. Osamu makes three more before leaning over his counter, his breath tickles the left side of your face:

“The feelin’s mutual,” he whispers. He straightened himself back up and leaned down to eat his first one.

“Oh,” you sigh when you pick up your second onigiri. “You could have stopped me from yelling how I felt at any point…”

“I was afraid if I did, ya’d leave without saying goodbye in the morning,” he explained. You hold your onigiri in one hand and reach out to trace his right hand, you give him a soulful smile. It’s small and quaint, but when you glance up, you read his slightly stoic demeanor and ask the question that has been weighing on your mind since you’ve met him.

“Miya Osamu, who the hell hurt you?”

Osamu looks over his shoulder before finishing up his onigiri. He pours you both a glass of water and you also ask if he had some limeade in the fridge (which he does) and in a second glass, he places it in front of you.

“It’s complicated, but the last person I was with abandoned me in the middle of the night: there was no note, no effort, just a majority of their things gone. I heard from my circle of friends they’re all settled down with a kid on the way too…”

You let out a low whistle before taking a sip of water; you place the glass back on the table and when you rise up, you stand behind him. Your arms wrap around his torso and you hold him there. You let him know that it’s ok if he doesn’t want to pursue where this was going with you, but you’d respect his decision. When you let go, you debate whether or not the rideshare was a good idea, yet when you glance at Osamu cleaning up his kitchen, you have a change of heart:

“Don’t do the dishes. I’ll wash them, ok?”

His hazel gray irises are glazed over like he’s about to cry, but you recognize it as him being frustrated and tired. You tell him he can wait for about ten minutes as you begin your task. You drink the rest of the limeade prior to washing up the rest of the dishes. Osamu sits on the barstool observing how you are quite efficient in clearing the counter space and how the drying rack is slowly gaining plates and utensils. When you dry your hands, you return to his kitchen island.

“Will you be ok?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. Osamu hums, a small smile plastered on his face.

“I suppose so now that you’re here,” he replies. You walk around the island table and when you are standing in front of him, you tilt his face up with your index finger. With your other hand, you trace his lips and those eyes of his watch you, he enjoys this sort of intimacy, but he could only hold himself back for a short while.

“Osamu, I need you to stop me before I do something we both regret.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and draws you in. His nose traces over your clavicle before he leaves kisses on your neck; you let out a coy whine when his lips travel higher. You pull his face away gently and hold it in your palms; you tell him it’s alright before you lean down and surrender yourself to your own desires. You feel Osamu pull you closer to him until you are flushed against his body, you feel a hand of his lose itself in the back of your head, finding purchase where your hair begins. He doesn’t want to let you go and neither do you, but even the strongest need to catch their breath. You rest your forehead against his, hearing him hum in approval; your hands are resting comfortably against his shoulders as his hand that was in your hair keeps your neck steady (while he kneads away at the base to release more tension there).

“I don’t regret it,” Osamu grumbles. “I like you. I like you a lot more than I realize.”

“Mmhm,” you reply. “Exhilarating first kiss there chef.”

“Baby, you’re my favorite kind of sweet.”

“C’mere ya scrub and take what’s yours.”

At this Osamu chuckling before he tells you to stay still and he drops his hand from your neck and wraps both of his arms underneath your thighs. He hoists you up effortlessly and has you seated on the counter; he leans over you with both of his hands on either side of your body. You let out a gasp in surprise before you begin to laugh gripping the edge of the island table.

“You should come with a warning label,” your tone is coquettish at best, trying to hide how erratic your heart is beating for this to continue. Osamu holds your wrist gently when he kisses the bridge of your nose. The way your face twists in confusion has his laughter reflecting in his eyes.

“What would it say I wonder?” he jests.

“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling for you, I had no control over,” you said in a stern manner. You leave very little room for Osamu to argue because you capture his lips with a determined smile on your face.

When you feel his arms wrap around your torso, you hold him by his upper arms and in a brief moment of wanting, you feel his warm hand against your skin. With every inhale and exhale, Osamu finally comprehends you have lips coated in morphine and desire. He will eventually come to know your love is unconditional even now in the late hours when you allow him to take you to bed.