Cpt. Price - Daddy Issues

“Back door open.”

The alarm system John just had to have in the house going off. It woke you up a bit, the haze of sleep still nipping at your eyelids. You figured it was just him coming in late, finally calling it with his paperwork at the office. You’d hear his boots be kicked off, keys tinging when they hit the bowl he keeps them in, the scent of outdoors and cigar making its way to you when he checked your room.

But it never happened.

It was eerily quiet, like all had gone still in the world. No dog barking, no bird chirping, no air movement. You took a breath, creeping your eyes open. It was hard to see in the darkness of the room, nothing stood out in particular, but goosebumps arose on your arms. Bile filled the back of your throat, every instinct told you to run.

You went to peel back the covers but it was too late. A figure out of the darkness lunged, gripping your arms hard enough to bruise. You let out a scream as a gloved hand covered your mouth, a hard breathing huffing into your ear. You flailed, but it was no use. Any amount of basic training wasn’t going to work, they were too big and obviously more than experienced. Hot tears streamed down your face, the glint of what you just knew was a knife finally slipping in the persons hand.

It felt like minutes, but in reality it was probably seconds.

The person was ripped off of you, as you scrambled back. Then there was your dad, fighting the guy with only moves you could learn from years of being in the military. With every amount of murderous contempt he ripped the guy apart, the crack of bones cringing in your ears. A gun was pointed at the intruder’s head, as he laid bleeding on your cow-print rug. It reminded you of those nature documentary’s you watched, when antlers clashed and maim each other.

If you ever thought John Price was dangerous, then see him fight for his child’s life.

“__, don’t look. Don’t look, just go to my room love.”

It took you a minute to snap out of your own tearful dissociation. You scrambled and ran, clutching onto a stuffed animal as you closed yourself in. There was a lot of noise and yelling, and then the men that you only knew as your dad’s team was in the house.

You didn’t leave his bed until he came in, immediately pulling you into a hug. You shook and sobbed, but he remained a pillar of strength.

“Dad- daddy-“

“Sh, sh, sh. It’s ok, pumpkin. It’s ok. It’s over. I promise.”

“I- Froze-“

Your teeth chattered and your limbs felt cold from anxiety. All that self defense training he had tried to teach you and in the end you had chose flight instead of fight. Your only saving grace was that he had been here. But he only hushed you, pressing a bearded kiss to your forehead.

“No, no, don’t think about that. Don’t do that to yourself, anybody would have froze. You aren’t a soldier, love. You did so good, exactly as I asked.”

He rocked you until you stopped hiccuping, brushing fingers through your hair.

“You’re ok, baby girl. I promise.”

You were wrapped in a blanket and brought downstairs, mostly because you didn’t want to be without him. He laid you down on the couch with the tv remote, his men watching. He turned on a cartoon like you were two again, but you didn’t complain. You simply watched it, taking comfort in the old familiarity. His fingers scratched your back as he checked you over for scars or bleeding. Finding none, he was seemingly satisfied and went on to join his group.

You don’t know what happened to the man, you didn’t know if you cared. You knew they talked for a long time and dad was on the phone with Kate at one point. You could hear her voice coming through the phone, but you could never pinpoint what she was saying. Everything seemed a little blurry with the adrenaline coming down. Somewhere between Ghost’s eyes watching over you and the noise of the tv, it all became background to doze off too.

You woke up to him slowly picking you up off the couch, as the men had made their own beds on the leather couch of the cabin you called home. You pretend to be asleep as he took you back upstairs into his room, cradling you into bed with him. The quilt that smelled of him was pulled over you, his arm as a pillow. His hand rubbed onto every part of your body, like he was reminding himself that you were safe and ok. A shaky exhale, the closest you’ll know to your dad showing a vulnerable side. He cradled your cheek, a thumb wiping over dried tears.

I feel like I disappeared for a hot moment. I just work a lot, my bad 🙃

^^ Price trying to calm your tantrum because you’ve been so good all day.

When the feeling of something missing rubbed itself raw against your skin. It made you upset and angry, because today was supposed to be a good day! And then you were crying and throwing your hands, covering your ears because it was too loud.

“NoOooOo!”

He was already engulfing you and rubbing your head.

John Price with a little who is a baby.

You’re always rubbing at your eyes, big blanket draped around your shoulders, struggling to not just topple over and take a nap on the floor. A stuffie and a binky went everywhere you did without fail. John muttering about being an “easy baby” as you curl into him for the 87th time that day.

Vs.

Laswell’s little toddler who cannot keep her hands off you.

You’re practically her own doll and she wants to do everything with you!! So what if you’re sleeping, why can’t you wake up?! She needs to dress you like a princess!!

Lawswell and her wife try to explain to her that you two on are very different levels of age regression, or energy to put it mildly, but that conversation goes out the window again when you barely open your eyes to find your daddy.

Fussy was probably the best word to describe it. It wasn’t new to be rubbing eyes or whining instead of actually forming words. He stood in the bathroom with you, gently rubbing the water off your face with a washcloth.

“Shh, don’t whine kiddo, we’ll go to bed here in just a second. I know you’re tired.”

Softly, everything was done softly when you were in this state. Taking off your clothes just to put you in pajamas. He held a power here, but it wasn’t anything he took advantage of. You were vulnerable in this state, and he was your caregiver.

“See? Done. All set for bedtime. Come with papa and let’s go lie down.”

He said as you followed him into your shared bedroom, getting under the covers with him. He pulled you and your stuffie close, letting you make the little noises you wanted to. Pressing a kiss to your forehead and small scratches to your back, he found himself dozing off as well.

Happy 4th, fireworks are loud, I’m writing off two melatonin.

John knew you loved fireworks, but hated the loud noise.

It was the boom, bringing your mind back to the warfare and fields. Too young for your own good, but at most a good soldier. It was a love hate relationship, one all of the guys knew too well.

You had admitted one time you’ve been like that since you were a little girl, a firework getting you once and leaving a nasty burn, and you never trusted them again. Price took it into consideration, always.

Whenever they went off in the UK, you were already seeking shelter in his body, gluing yourself into his skin as he tried to calm you down. He’d let you hide, placing headphones and hushing you softly like a baby. Sometimes it was just you two, other times the boys would join into a cuddle puddle, keeping you warm and safe.

So when Laswell and her wife invited the team and you out to America for a Fourth of July party, you were already withering with anxiety. He knew right away this was going to be an issue, but you being you, absolutely insisted it was ok. You didn’t want to ruin the party or the trip to America or be a bad guest, or or or... It would be fine!!

Famous last words.

Their house was gorgeous and Kate’s wife adored you. She was babying you, already trying to mess with your hair or help put on sunscreen, and with your anxiety you didn’t fight it. But she wasn’t your father figure, she wasn’t Price. It was nice, but you wanted your dad. Where is dad? Why isn’t dad here with you? You wanted dad.

“Look at you pretty girl, did Mrs. Laswell braid your hair?” Finally, Price came into the kitchen smiling, sweet to you as ever. He was always so sweet to you, knowing full well that you were his weak spot.

You nodded, gripping the full plate she had given you, when she had went on about being “too skinny”. Kate had tried to pacify her wife, but it was a bit hard when she had a girl to coo over. He let you stick around him as you ate, talking with the others as everybody was piling inside. The summer heat and mosquitoes getting to everybody.

It was fine here with him and the team, being between Ghost and Price, two big men. It felt safe and comfortable, but it had to start eventually. And sure enough, by the time it turned dark the big loud booms started. John knew you were already panicking, your knee bouncing.

He had tried the small things first, headphones or your blanket, even going as far as trying to sit on his lap with your stuffie. He had taken you to the safety of the porch to sit on, but you still seemed scared. The men had made a few attempt to try to comfort you but nothing worked. Still shaking like a leaf and whimpering into his neck. He finally came to the conclusion that he would just take you away from it.

He bundled you up and into the house, the cool air and leather couch finally making contact with your skin. He laid down with you, the big window still giving you a view to the show outside, but without the big boom.

“This a lot nicer than being outside anyway’, eh?”

“Daddy..” You hiccuped as he curled you closer.

“Shhh, nothing is gonna hurt you. I’m right here, you’re safe. M’right here. Dad wouldn’t let anything hurt you, not some silly fireworks.”

He mused, rubbing your hair. It took a minute before Ghost was coming inside, looking for you two.

“Kid alrigh’?”

“She’ll be fine. Needed quiet.”

“Loud out there anyway. Many bugs.”

He joined you on the couch, rubbing your arm as you curled into them both.

“I want himmmm!” 

Your whining didn’t go unnoticed, as you struggled against Soap’s hold. You were feeling funny from the moment you woke up, and it had quickly lead into regression.

Thankfully, with nowhere and nothing to do with today, everybody wanted to actually be in the same room. But of course, since the guys knew you were regressed, they wanted to mess with you. Messing with big you was fun, but little you they got a whole different story. You kicked and cried, as Soap laughed.

“Daddy, daaaaaaaadd!”

You hiccuped, trying to claw your way to him. The once smiling man now just a tad bit concerned for your well being. You usually did pretty well in regression, not going under or over a certain age. You were still pretty independent, but today seemed off. He was gruffing immediately, giving Soap and Gaz a look. Ghost was trying to grab at your ankles to stop your kicking.

“Bring the lass ‘ere.”

He said with authority of a Captain, of course. The men all stopped as you tried to squirm out of their grasp, crying. Soap picked you up and brought you to Price, setting you down gently on his lap.

“Daddy-“

You curled up into his hold, burying yourself into him. Your mouth found his shirt collar to suckle on, as he tried to stop you.

This has been sitting in my drafts forever. I post for me and the three other people who love Alex x reader x Farah.

Anyways.

(Smut, obviously. I used Google Translate so yes it’s probably wrong I know please don’t crucify me, mom and dad kink, lovely dovey, aftercare because it’s not mentioned enough in smut)

It started off as warm touches.

You had been perfectly asleep, tucked into the nice cold sheets of your guy’s bed. You, Farah, and Alex. Their little exactly where she should be.

You had barely done anything today besides sleep and get up to grab a drink. Going right back into the place that smelled like them. Cinnamon and something earthy. It dragged you under like the waves of a beach. No concept of time or any urgency to get out of bed, just getting to lay and look pretty. For as hard as you worked, this was needed.

You were all nice and curled up, head shoved under Farah’s pillow, snoring lightly, stuffed animal tucked in beside you. Light still came in from the covered windows, but you had gotten used to it. Just like everything else in Urkizstan.

You felt the crawl of fingertips creep across your back, your mind slowly bringing you out of the haze of a dream. A whine left your lips, legs kicking out in a stretch. You could barely even open your eyes as a hand rubbed your feet and another hand went to your stomach. It was just ghost touches, another whine leaving your lips and curled toes as Alex tried to tickle the bottom of your feet.

The covers got pulled off slowly, a shiver running down your body. Hands pushed away the pillow and your stuffie, making you whine. You rummaged your head into Farah’s lap, as she whispered softly to you.

“Tartadin qamis nwm qsyraan... aznnt 'anana lan nulahiza? himma, ya habibati?”

You could usually translate it to English, but all you seemed to hear was the term of endearment, sleepy smiling at the word. Alex laughed softly, already sweeping up to your nightgown.

“Oh look at that, your underwear is soaked. You’ve been thinkin’ about us, darlin’?”

All you could manage was a hum. You didn’t know why you’d be so wet, but you couldn’t control that either. You felt them shift around as you were already crying about the loss of contact, your head being shifted out of Farah’s lap. If felt cold without the blankets and you still felt that weight of sleep ontop of your head.

“Shh, shh, why are you crying? You’ve been such a whiney baby tonight, poor girl. Me and momma are just going to have to fix that.”

The rustle of gear and clothing that was thrown to the floor hit your ears, your own nightgown and underwear being tossed out. You finally opened blurry eyes as Farah cuddled you into the front of her body, Alex shifting his way inbetween your legs. You pouted as she pulled you into a deep kiss. Teeth and tongue crossed, as Alex’s fingers came up to rub your clit.

You jumped a bit as he shushed you, pushing down your hips into the bed. Farah’s hands found your nipples to rub as her lips moved to your neck, leaving marks you’re for sure will be bruised by tomorrow. It took a minute to get used to it, but that relaxing feeling finally buzzed over your skin. The first draw into pleasure that tingled over your mind. But after a bit, the gaping need of more consumed you.

“Mm, ask dad Ya 'Amar. Tell him what you want.”

Her hands found your face, pushing your head down to Alex, who was still abusing your poor clit. Who needed lube when you were as wet as a fountain?

“Want moreeee…”

A plea deal. He laughed, kissing your tummy, before leaning over the side of the bed. Ah, right where he had left it, the big vibrator still plugged in from the other night. Pink, of course. You had been super picky about it, Alex had spent 30 minutes scrolling through the website to find your specific request. And he’d do it again, just because it was you.

Alex smiled as he turned it on, finding its way to your clit as his cock bullied your cunt. Your moans turned into high pitched whines, which were bound to draw anybody nearby in, Farah’s hand coming up to cover your mouth. Technically, being here in Urzikstan instead of Alex’s place in America, you were still in hiding. Russians could be anywhere at anytime.

“yajib 'an tusmati ya habibati. 'aturidin 'an yaerif aljamie ma nafealuhu? hal yuthyrk dhalika?”

Your back arched, stomach sucked in as you looked up at her with teary eyes, squeals falling from your lips. Alex was big and had a curve to him, every inch was straight knockout. He was practically bullying that gummy spot inside you, one that made you see stars.

You sniffled as she rubbed at your face, like she does when you have trouble sleeping at night or when she wants to admire you in more than words. Her eyes softened as she kissed your cheek. Her words were said harshly, but you knew her better than that.

Sweat dripped off him, the room smelled of sex. Every sense inside of you was turned up, the smell, the feel, the hearing of skin slapping and the hum of a vibrator. Your eyes squeezed shut as the lightning bolts of pleasure nipped at your spine.

“Daddy..”

“Shhh, daddy’s right here, giving you what you want.”

Farah rubbed at your hair, giving you a space to float in. But when he shifted your hips to get deeper, you practically screamed. It was enough to get Farah to cover your mouth, her lips on your ear as she shushed you.

“It’s too much! D—Daddy!! Daddy!! S’too much!!”

But it came out much more stammered, slurred, and muffled, body trying to wrestle for less or for more. You couldn’t tell what you needed. You felt your insides twist and turn, the feeling in your body of being brought to the edge approaching rapidly. Like a tight coil, like when Alex twirls your hair around his finger and tugs to get your attention. You grabbed onto Farah’s arm, looking for stability. She murmured praise in your ear in Arabic, kissing your ear lobe. Your chest heaved as it got closer and closer, no longer creeping up but full on sweeping you under.

It all came crashing down, squeezing down and saying their names like it was a prayer. It could have been, if that’s what they wanted. Out of love, you’d do it. Babbling about something as your eyes closed, you could hear the little breaths being made as your body twitched in the aftershock.

Soft and dreamy and tired. You must have fell asleep, considering the sheets changed and a whole new nightgown adoring your body.

You didn’t need to know what happened when you fell asleep, mostly due to they knew you’d be upset you didn’t get to watch. But for now, it was quiet and peaceful. Sun no longer, rather giving way to let the moon have its rightful place in the sky.

He smiled at the way Farah kissed your head, lips leading down to your nose and then lips. Eyes half open as you gave her a lazy kiss back, soft and slow. You felt the tickle of Alex’s mustache on your collarbone.

“Hi sweetheart.”

“Hi daddy…”

“You feel ok? Anything you want to discuss?”

You simply shook your head as his calloused hands rubbed over your heart. You lazily reached a hand to trace his tattoos as he smiled. He pressed a kiss to your lips, letting you hold it until you pulled away. Hands ghosting over your sides and finally pressing your stuffed animal back into your arms.

“Just wanna cuddle.”

“We can cuddle then. Uhibbuki.”

“Love you mama. Love you daddy.”

“__, please get over here!”

Your mummy called, but you were already too distracted with the colorful item you seemed to have tunnel vision on. Your little legs filled with all the determination that you could muster up carried you faster than your mother could handle.

And soon you hit a solid wall…Or rather, solid man’s legs. He grunted a bit like a bear, looking down to see your small frame on the floor. Your poor dress now creased and your big eyes filled with tears. His heart gave a little squeeze as his big hands picked you up off the floor and into his arms.

“Took a small tumble, hm? It’s alright, no need to cry pumpkin.”

Your mum already sighing as she finally caught up to you and the strange man holding you.

“I’m so sorry, she just gets away from me sometimes! Little thing needs a leash.” She laughed as he bounced you in his arms, he seemed rather experienced with kids.

“Quite alright, she isn’t bothering me, miss…?”

“__.”

“John.”

They made small talk in the middle of the grocery aisle as you were still trained on the rainbow cake. But if anything, you seemed very calm with him. The big man was nice! Like you knew him all your life, you seemed so at ease with him.

“Bow!”

He hummed, rubbing your back as you pointed.

“Oh, she’s talking about the cake in your cart, rainbow. That’s what she must have ran away from me for…”

“She’s got taste then.” He laughed. “It’s for a get together I’m having tonight, but if she could have it, I would gladly hand it over to the little bug…And her pretty mum.”

It made your mummy blush. And they continued talking the entire time at checkout, and then on the way to the car, and then he was helping her put groceries in the back while still holding you.

By the time she went to take you away, you were all splattered out on his shoulder.

“Boooowwww…”

“Sweetie, you cannot have cake, come to mummy.”

He realized the loss of weight and warmth as you curled into your mother. He smiled, watching her hold you.

“I’ll save her the smallest slice for when we meet again.” He said softly. It made your mum look up at him.

“Will we meet again?”

“How about next Tuesday for a drink, on me.”

It was so hot and muggy today, I thought I was going to melt 🙂‍↕️

Being Price’s very younger roommate (practical daughter) who absolutely adores his pool. Like, loves it. He gave you access to his card once and you immediately went out and bought three swimsuits and tanning lotion.

He finally has a reason to keep up with maintenance on it because it really just came with the house, John had really no reason to use it. It sat covered up in the garden until you came along, using it to swim or tan or play with the friends you had invited over. And that’s when John had stepped up his pace when it came to you, god forbid your friends see his garden that’s overgrown. So he took to lawn keeping and grilling.

It felt domestic in a way. For a moment he could pretend he wasn’t a ragged Captain and instead your dad being a good host to your friends.

And when the boys came over and he could make burgers while you and Gaz played in the pool? (Yes playing mermaids, and yes Johnny has a purple/green tail. Simon’s is a black/grey.) He was sure he didn’t want it to end.

Or when you only wanted John (Dad) to help you into the deep end because the deep end was scary and you couldn’t touch the bottom, but the rest of the guys were down there. And when you had your fun, you’d come join the group of men talking as John helped you get your burger off the grill, already making a hole in his lap to settle in for the night.

John (I’m sure I don’t want kids) Price letting you fall asleep on him as Johnny kept the bonfire alive and you’ve already had your fill of s’mores. All tucked in with wet hair and a towel pulled around you. You smelled like sunscreen and chlorine water, his favorite scent on you.

John (This is my baby and you can’t tell me otherwise) who makes sure you sleep in his cold sheets that night, putting aloe Vera on your warm shoulders (as if he didn’t layer you in sunscreen) just to make sure incase the sun got you. He knows how your skin fairs in the UK sun.

I’m so upset about the new cod that I’m posting something from my drafts LMFAO

He wasn’t even paying attention when you came and curled yourself into his lap, hiding your face away in his neck. This was normal, you required a certain amount of attention or you’d beg like a dog. But when he felt the unmistakable feeling of wetness, then he became concerned. Pulling your face out of his neck as your teary eyed face looked back at him.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

His eyebrows creased as he sat down the book and cigar. A sniffle was the response, as he rubbed back your hair.

“I keep—having yucky thoughts…”

You stuttered, hiccuping. He hummed, wiping away tears and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Well, that just won’t do, will it? We’ll have to get those pesky thoughts away from your pretty head. How about a cuddle?”

You nodded as he was already pulling up the comforter over you both, whispering stories and praise. And when you’d get yourself all worked up again he’d be right there to help.

Opinion on graves? Personally, I can’t form one solid argument on him. But anywhore, here’s this!

Graves who was originally signed to watch over you, a granddaughter of Shepherd. He didn’t exactly want to do it, but he was being payed heavily for it. And where the money was, Graves would be there.

And you’re described as this thing of chaos and destruction, that you’d be sneaking out or trying to drown yourself in alcohol with the new found freedom of being 21. Graves was fully ready to play hard ball, be the big bad wolf, but he found a totally different person.

You weren’t anything like you’d been described as, and for a moment he almost wondered if he had the wrong person. You were just….a little girl. You loved to swim and ride horses and you had a hearty stuffed animal collection. The “chaos and destruction” seemed to be at most, asking for things.

“If we go to the pool, can we play mermaids?”

“Can we have sandwiches at the pool?!”

“I wanna go to the horses…”

“Mr. Graves, can you help me braid my hair?!”

“Can we get soda?”

Nikolai as your caregiver, without even really knowing it.

He wasn’t stupid, of course, he knew that you acted different from other people your age. The lack of talking most days, stuffies, head butting or more physical affection, wanting to play games on his phone. You didn’t like your food to be touching or you walked around on tip toes. You would need headphones when around the planes, but you also loved being around the planes, but only with Nik around. Like you didn’t trust them unless he was around to control them. Somedays you were ever so quiet and then others he had to listen to you yap his ear off. Yet, it never stopped him from keeping you around.

You were just a stray girl he had picked up one day and he had grown too fond to make you leave in the end. You had talked about family, but it didn’t seem like the best relationship. Just like Price, he was keen on loosing dogs. So he became a role in your life, and an important one at that.

“Da, girl is special!”

“Nik, she’s possibly autistic and-“

“Da, special!”

Hey buddy, this is smut!

(Daddy kink, soft smut, making love more than aggressive sex, couple in love, I’m still trying to figure out how to write smut :3)

There was nothing in particular that triggered it, it being the swirl of fuzziness in your stomach. There was a nice tingle on your pussy, your brain zoned in on him.

Your unsuspecting boyfriend, who was currently leaned back on the leather couch, watching a re-run of a football match he missed while deployed. It was later in the night, the only glow of the Telly cascading onto him. You could hear the faint rumble of cars passing by every once in a while, John’s breathing, and the whisper yelling of people cheering on their favorite team.

It may have been the way his face looked, or the way his finger’s rubbed up and down your thigh, gently grazing at your sleep shorts every time. Maybe it was because he’d been gone too long, taking the vow not to touch yourself while he was stuck out on a field god knows where. Not that he could tell you anyways. You could never finish if he wasn’t there, he had trained you well enough.

When you couldn’t seem to sit still in your seat, he finally looked over. Gentle blue eyes found yours, as he continued rubbing your thigh. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just smiled softly. He knew, he knew what you needed, but he wanted to hear you say it first.

“You ready for bed, dear?”

You just made a small noise, a puff of air and a whine. He smiled, turning off the Telly as the street light finally filtered in. A soft yellow lit you up, as he scooted closer. His hand’s moved up your hips and then your stomach. Touching, feeling, savoring. Slow and steady.

“Do you want something else?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hear your voice, even though you talked his ear off when he got home. He couldn’t get enough of it, he would wait forever if he had to. And forever with you is just what he wanted.

“Yes, please…”

“Please, what darling?”

“Please…daddy…”

He smiled, a warm hand caressing your cheek. Oh, how he wanted to hear that. Needed it like flowers need water to bloom.

“Yes, good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, hm? Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”

It was an order, one you didn’t hesitate to do. You softly got up and crawled into his lap. It was an instant relief, as you collapsed into him. He didn’t waste anytime either, his mouth heavy and hot on yours, tongue licking the seam of your lips.

He took his time, just feeling and being in the moment. A nice long makeout session, if he had any idea he was going to make it into heaven, this was it. He finally started on your clothes, taking them off gently, praising with every step.

“I’m going to take off your shorts now, alright love? There you go, clean off. Look at all that, just for me. Right? A pretty pussy and a pretty girl.”

He slid off his own clothing, as your hands came to touch and rub. He groaned when you got to his shoulders, you took a moment to breathe.

“Does it hurt, daddy?”

“….Not enough to stop, baby girl.”

You smiled as your panties became a treasure for the floor. He groaned at the sight, hissing in a breath.

“God, you’re soaking wet. Practically melting into the couch, hm. Come ‘ere, I want to taste you.”

You made a noise of protest, but it fell on deaf ears. He was already using his thumbs to spread you open, taking in the sight of your aching clit. If you had missed a spot while shaving, he didn’t say anything about it. You practically shot up as a hot and wet tongue met your clit. He took your wrists into his hands, pulling you back down to him.

“Ah, ah, don’t be doing that. Let me have you before my cock does.”

You whined as he took another swipe, practically seeing stars. It had been too long.

“John-“

“No.”

“Daddy..”

“Yes?” He groaned as he kissed your clit.

“…What if I don’t last long?”

“Then I’ve done a good job.”

He kissed up to your tummy, leaving a ticklish feeling from his beard. Your laugh was music to his ears, as he made his way up. He kissed and licked each breast, then to your neck, and then your lips.

“You still want this?”

“Of course.”

“…Love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before leaning over to the side table. Condoms and lube, as his other hand rubbed against your hair to keep things calm. You were all too gleeful to help with the items, but as soon as his cock was nudging against your entrance, you were nervous. He was heavy and thick, a dangerously dizzying combination. It had been a minute, but thankfully daddy was right there.

“Just tell me if we need to stop, ok? My good girl, yes, my perfect baby. Shh, shh, sh, don’t cry. Talk to daddy. Why can’t you take it, huh? You’re doing it right now, you’re doing a fine job at it too.”

You were tight, and practically sucking him into a warm embrace. It was one of those nights where he wasn’t in a rush, and he could feel your walls practically milking him as his hips slowly rocked into you. Your sour expression finally came undone with one more thrust, pleasure consuming you.

“I’m gonna rub your clit, ok? I know you like it when I do it. You gotta breathe, lovie. Just breathe. You’re doing so amazing for daddy, you know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, perfect. Best girl I’ve ever had, best pussy, best kisser-“

You giggled in-between moans, as he smiled through his own huffs. His lubed fingers found your pulsing nub, rubbing and angling the way you liked. It was a delicious mind numbing combo, and you could feel tears run down your cheeks as he got a little meaner on the thrusts. He could feel that coil on his stomach tightening and bearing down on him, knowing his time was limited. You both came at the same time, as he tried to prolong it as much as possible. He could feel you clamp down, your moans getting higher pitched as you called out his name. He kept rubbing until you squealed, and your tears turned into full on sobs. And then you were clinging onto him, arms wrapped around his neck. A simple orgasm leading to the emotions weighing on your heart to come pouring out.

And the first thing he did was immediately pull you into his tight embrace.

“Ah- Shh, oh sweetheart, m’ right here. Not going anywhere, promise. You’re safe here, wouldn’t let anything hurt you. It’ll be ok, daddy’s home now.”

“I j-just mi-missed y-you!”

Later on, curled away and clean in bed, you two were cuddling. His phone played soft music, some lullaby as he rocked you in his arms. He sang your praises, making sure you knew exactly how proud he was of you. Your eyes softly closed, and soon enough you were quietly sleeping. He smiled, thanking whoever was in the sky for this piece of art in his arms.

“Looooooooook!!”

“Baby, I’m looking, I don’t know at what, but I’m looking.”

You giggled and cooed, holding the Switch in your hands. Alex played video games, sure, but he didn’t play that one game you had been raving about since it was announced. ‘Tomodachi Life’, is the only thing you’ve been talking about.

Late at night as you sat in your bean bag by his gaming set up, whining about the game to him. Or when you’d come and curl up with him just to watch videos of people playing it.

So when a paycheck finally made way to his account, he gave you his card to buy you the game.

“Think of it as an early birthday gift.” -Alex, the good boyfriend.

Within hours you had already created the whole island and your Mii’s, no shocker with how your nose was buried in the screen. His hand was melted in your hair as you played, or now as you practically crawled on top of him to show him the game.

He didn’t know what it really meant in the grand scheme of things, but if you were happy, then he was happy.

“Alex, why did you just flirt with somebody else?”

“Honey girl, I can’t control what video games me does-“

I don’t write for The Pitt, but working ER Reg gives me a whole different perspective of things. This is literally just self indulgent, I’ve been harassed by men all week to the point of security getting involved multiple times. And yes, unfortunately, the sexual comment was made to me. So this is just me wanting an out.

The front door opened and shut quietly, just enough to second guess if it really did happen.

The bag was set down at the door, your little tote bag that they could have picked out of a crowd. Filled with anything but medical equipment, considering your job. But they smelled it anyways, the Emergency Room. Of course, your smiling face taking in patients at the front desk. The young and spry registration clerk. A less chaotic job of the ED.

But still chaotic.

Still filled with drama, angry patients, and more work than what should have been done.

Insurance declined? You’re mad you’ve been here two hours? You need to be checked in? Need somebody to take out your frustrations on?

Registration is right there!

It was an ok job, not perfect by any means, but you scathed by. Most people forgot you guys even existed, registration was just that. Registration.

But the two attending’s didn’t forget.

You slugged your tired body into the living room, already taking off your sweater. Jack was on the couch, Robby making dinner in the kitchen. The smell of something spicy, it made your stomach churn. The thought of eating something, or doing anything at this point just didn’t feel right. You wanted to go scrub your skin in the hottest shower possible, you felt gross.

“How was work, pumpkin?”

Robby’s voice, usually a soother, seemed to only upset you more. The thought of men right now made you nauseous. Men.

Like the man that asked for your name, not leaving your area until you gave it.

Like the man that kept coming up to your desk to talk to you.

Like the man that kept calling your name in that sing-song way, poking and prodding to see if you’d fold.

The man who kept making sexual remarks to you, too drunk, probably won’t even remember it come tomorrow.

But you remembered, words stuck in your head. Replaying like a loop. Just over and over. Wouldn’t stop.

“__?”

“Yeah, it was fine. Busy today.”

It was the only words you could get it. The building of tears felt heavy behind your eyes, threatening to pour out at any moment. You felt the energy in the room shift, the men both looking between each other, then you. They could tell something was wrong.

The heaviness in your chest got harder, and suddenly you were sobbing.

“He wouldn’t leave me alone! And the g-guy who cussed me—out! A-And the other wouldn’t stop making sexual r-remarks!”

You practically choked out, words seemed hard to find. Big black tears of mascara ran down your face.

It reminded you of patients that came in with stroke symptoms, confused and hard to understand. The panic to get the triage nurse, needing somebody to just answer your calls.

Now you were the patient, mid panic attack as Robby tried to redirect your breathing. Having two doctors as boyfriends seemed to ease your anxiety when something in your body decided to torment you. But life had a way of making a hole in your heart.

“__, hey. Are you listening?” Jack’s voice cut through your ringing ears, eyes focusing on him. More like his hand reaching out to touch you, it freaked you out.

“No, don’t touch me!”

Even Robby recoiled. You’d never had a reaction like that before.

“Is that all woman are? Sex objects? Because I was wearing a dress? That gives the right to tell me I look like I’m into ‘freaky sex’. Is that all I am?!”

You were screaming, sobbing, gasping for breath.

“__, breathe. I need you to breathe baby. In through your nose, out through your mouth. You’re home. You’re safe with your two men. It’s going to be ok, baby girl.”

Talking you through breathing, focusing on him and Robby. Breathe, focus, in and out.

Talk. Tell them. They understand.

They’re angry, rightfully. But not at you, never at you. Already making mental notes to check up on you more doing work.

Jack fed pasta to you, wet hair being soothed down by big hands. Jack was very insistent about a calm down bath, then a hoodie and food. Robby was just as for it. They touched you with a purpose, never doing too much or too little. It was meant to be calm here, they were your peace.

“Would you love me even if I never wanted to have sex again?”

There was no hesitation in either of their answers.

“Always.”

There was a certain sense of loneliness when it came to having a service animal.

(After an accident in the field, the boys try to do anything to make it better.)

(141 x reader, platonic, service dog, soft men who care about you, idk puppy, Merhaps more posts of this)

It felt like you had found yourself in a hole of despair, clawing at the raw ground. But no matter how much dirt packed itself under your fingernails, grabbed vines to hold onto, it seemed to suck you deeper. The men had to watch you grow colder as you learned how to walk again, every doctor appointment where you were left with more questions than answers. Mentally, it had already taken its toll on you.

From a solider on the field to a paper pusher, all thanks to one missed grenade.

You were still so young, your career was over before it started. You didn’t miss the way blue eye’s misted over every time Price had to be there to catch you. Every time you tried to get used to your newfound skin on your face, thanks to facial reconstruction. When he had to serve you the demotion paperwork, the way you looked in the hospital bed.

He thought you slept so peacefully.

The dog was Ghost’s idea, funny enough. He didn’t elaborate, didn’t go on a big speech about it. Just a quiet idea, one everybody agreed on, and Price was already contacting Laswell for a favor. Within a few weeks of chatting, in came this dog.

There was a certain sense of loneliness when it came to having a service animal. People stared and gossiped, steering clear just to avoid you and the dog. You didn’t like the dog at first, trying to go on some streak about not needing anything or anyone. You pushed yourself to withdraw, much to the guys dislike. You hated it, hated yourself.

“__, I just want you to try.”

The skull mask stared at you, you who was using the counter as a clutch just to make your tea. You didn’t bother looking up to meet his gaze, soft eyelashes and big brown eyes.

“….Try.”

“Thank you.”

The dog looked at you, you looked at the dog. A furry body nuzzled against your chest as it heaved, another night terror about it. A black snout was already nudging the bright orange bottle to you, pills rattling around like marbles. A small whine and the German shepherd was already being clung to like a vice, your fist of sheets now abandoned for his collar.

Fast friends.