So What If I Sucked His Dick. His Knuckles Were Split And Bloody From Defending My Safety And My Honour

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The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.

“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.

“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.

You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.

“I’m talking about this one.”

decided to spin the 'asking the huge stranger at the bar to pretend to be your boyfriend to get out of an awkward situation' trope on it's head and try something new with nikolai and a fat fmc

cw: alcohol, manipulation, dirty talk, unedited with an abrupt ending

"need your help, no time to explain, just follow my lead." nik says in a low and urgent voice. your old fashioned hovers in the air, stalled on it's way to your mouth while you process this sudden favor that's being asked. before you can even utter a bewildered 'huh?', he's sliding onto the bench seat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pressing himself tightly against your side.

it's startling, to say the very fucking least. you're only, like, an acquaintance of nik's. he's a regular at the bar you go to, and over the past few months the two of you have gotten to know each other a little better through rounds of pool and a mutual interest in good whiskey and ice hockey. he's a good hang, affable and friendly, but he has this habit of making sure whoever he's out with does all the talking while tactfully sidestepping any personal questions that are directed his way. for as regularly as you've seen him and spoken with him, you couldn't list many facts about him aside from his first name and how he takes his liquor... and if you really think about it, you couldn't actually say for sure that 'nikolai' is even his real name.

if you're honest with yourself, you'd say his intentional mysteriousness makes you more than a little nervous. you're probably all right, though. you have no intention of prying, and the way you figure, so long as you don't give him anything truly compromising about yourself, you're probably in the clear from whatever havoc he might be able to wreak on you... but still. memories of accidentally overhearing him ply secrets out of off-duty cops and drunk businessmen play in your head on a loop. he didn't ask those questions for shits and giggles. something is definitely up with nik, but you have zero intention of finding out specifically what. although you're not entirely certain what the consequences of investigating could be, you're not all that keen to find that out either.

all of your concerns about him are rapidly pushed aside in favor of utter bewilderment and confusion as he rubs his hand up and down your arm, sitting with his thigh firmly pressed against yours.

"i owe you a drink or two for this-" he whispers into your ear before he kisses your temple, and you barely have time to register your surprise before a beautiful blonde woman in a pale blue button-up walks up to your table.

"hi, nik. didn't think i'd see you here." she says with a flirty giggle that makes your eyebrows rocket up on their own. what the fuck is even happening right now?

"why wouldn't i be? it's my girl's favorite bar." he squeezes your shoulder, a silent cue to chime in.

"oh, uh, yeah. the old fashioneds here are really good." you say awkwardly, still not entirely sure what's the situation is. is she an ex, or an overeager admirer he's trying to ditch? maybe it's best you don't know. you sip your drink and pat nik's thigh in a half assed attempt to sell whatever narrative nik is trying to push, and when you glance over, he looks thrilled.

a single perfect eyebrow lifts on the blonde's pretty face as her blue eyes dart between the two of you for a moment.

"oh, i see. i didn't-" she stops herself, pressing her lips into a thin, straight line, clearly upset and trying her hardest not to show it. "anyways. it was nice to see you, have a good night."

she's not looking at either of you, eyes dropped to the floor, and a sudden wave of guilt washes over you. it's difficult not to feel bad for her, really. you feel awful for your role in making her shoulders hunch in and her head drop a bit before she turns on her heel to leave. it makes your stomach drop, and you take a sip of your drink to smooth out the frayed edges of your remorse.

"goodnight kate, good to see you." nik calls after her, and the two of you watch as she sits back down at a table with four other men, her back to the two of you. you're not entirely sure of what's going on between kate and nik, but you think you might have just accidentally been party to her public embarrassment, and that sucks.

"nik, i feel bad. did you really have to do that to her?" you ask, and big brown eyes look at you with deep fondness as he coos at you softly.

"don't you worry about kate. she's fine, i promise. you just stay here with me tonight, hm?" he asks rhetorically, arm sliding down to your hip. "why don't you sit on my lap? it would really help me out if she looks over here again."

"i don't think that's necessary, you definitely made your point, and besides, i'll absolutely crush you." you try to deflect, but his arm around you is solid and steadily urging you to scoot even closer as he tries to reel you in. thank fuck for your sturdy build, otherwise you're certain he'd just pull you onto his lap without even asking.

"if i die, i die." he says simply, and you allow yourself a heavy sigh before you scoot over, throwing your legs over his spread thigh. knowing nik, he'll get what he wants one way or the other. it's best to just give it to him to save yourself the fuss. he grunts a little when you sit down, arm settling around your waist as you put your full weight on him.

"told you." you don't even feel bad for squishing him a bit. if anything, this is punishment for making kate feel bad just for liking him. or whatever. you're still not entirely sure what you've been thrown in the middle of. nik just grins at you, big and bright, like he couldn't be happier to be pinned in place by your fat ass.

"you look nice tonight, even better up close." nik says, dark eyes roaming up and down your body. "what were you doing before this? waiting on a hot date?"

you throw him an unamused look over his teasing. this is not the kind of bar you dress up for, so you don't. ever. none of the bartenders have ever seen you in anything but your most comfortable sneakers and loosest t-shirts. nothing about tonight is special, except nik wrangling you into his heartbreaking.

"i was watching the game." you nod to the screen on the wall, where sidney crosby has shot a beautiful no-look pass to evgeni malkin, who promptly shoots it into the net. let's go pens.

"i see, i still have competition, then. 20 professional athletes, all at one time." his small smile grows into a sly grin and he gently digs his fingers into the plush fat of your hip. "i think i'm winning, though. they're all working so hard to impress you, but you're in my arms anyways."

the resulting eyeroll is so forceful that you'd swear you might actually get your eyes stuck like that, just how your grandmother had always warned you would. nik just laughs, patting you on the thigh with his free hand. you quickly glance to kate, whose back is still turned to you. she's not looking at you and nik, but the men she's sitting with are. it's weird, you'd think maybe her friends would be mad or upset, but instead they're all grinning at you like lunatics. what the fuck? a gentle finger to your chin guides your gaze back to nik, breaking your train of thought.

"don't worry about them, keep your eyes on me. you're my girl, remember?" nik teases.

"for how long?" you ask, eyebrow cocked.

"as long as it takes." he replies cryptically, stroking his finger along your jaw. "fuck, i should have done this ages ago."

"why didn't you?" it's hard to tell exactly what specifically he's referring to, here's hoping his response gives some context clues.

"thought i might get a rocks glass broken over my head." nik says, inscrutable as ever. "enough about that. tell me about your day."

he sips his drink and nods at you, a silent 'go ahead. speak.' followed by a pat on your ass. you throw him an unimpressed look and he just aspirates a laugh into his vodka.

"well. i had a shit day at work after a long string of shit days at work, and then i went home, took a shower, came to my favorite bar, and right when the third period of the hockey game i was watching started, my sometimes pub quiz teammate wrangled me into hurting a beautiful woman's feelings and made me sit on his lap." you say point-blank, taking a sip of your drink. fuck, it really is a good old-fashioned. you're glad that this place at least has the decency to always have oranges and maraschino cherries on hand. it's not a given, considering how dingy this place is.

"sweet girl, you're still worried about kate? she's fine. i swear it." nik nods over to her table, where kate is leaned in close to a man in a beanie. they clink their glasses together, and while you can't see kate, the bearded man she's with is smiling softly. for some reason, that does make you feel a little better. maybe you haven't ruined her night after all.

"i promise i'm not such a bad guy." nik says. "i know women like you are always wary of men like me. but i promise, everything between you and me is on the up-and-up."

there's a lot to unpack there, but one part sticks out the most.

"woman like me? and what kind of woman am i, nik?" you challenge, prepared to be a little hurt, but his fond smile doesn't waver.

"a smart one." he says. "i know you have been... mm, paying attention. i have been paying attention, too. i've also been asking questions, but it seems you haven't. why is this?"

after a moment or two of blinking stupidly at nik, the dots connect. he's talking about his secret-gathering. he's telling you that he knows that you've noticed in prying . fuck. shit. oh this is potentially really bad. however, your intentional incuriosity might've just saved the day.

"i know when things aren't my business." you say carefully, and nik laughs. he sounds absolutely delighted by your response, scrubbing a hand over his face as he chuckles.

"you're going to make me fall in love, talking like that." he mutters to himself in russian, low and barely audible over the din of noise in this busy bar. he smooths his hand over your tense shoulders his ever-present grin takes on a slightly apologetic look. "there's nothing to worry about, sweet girl. everything is fine between you and me... although, i can think of a few ways we can make it better."

a broad, warm palm cups the back of your neck, fingers splayed to cradle your head, and something inside of you melts. is this what happens to scruffed kittens? it feels like every bone in your body relaxed at once, but you're getting a little lightheaded...

"breathe." says nik gently, and, fuck, you hadn't even realized you were holding it. your inhale is shakier than you'd expected, and you drop your gaze, covering your rapidly warming face behind your drink by tossing back the rest of your old fashioned.

"is your leg asleep yet?" you ask, rapidly changing the topic in an attempt to alleviate your embarrassment. nik's smile grows sharp before he leans in to whisper his reply.

"what if it is? will you move and sit on my cock instead?" he practically purrs, his warm breath in your ear making you shiver. it feels like your mind is forcibly reset, no thoughts, head empty, nothing computing while his thumb rubs alongside the tender skin of your neck. all you can do is blink stupidly at the screen on the wall, half-watching kris letang scowl in the penalty box as nik presses the second kiss of the night against the hinge of your jaw, and something finally clicks.

oh holy shit, nik wants you. he's not goofing around or joking, not like you'd initially thought. you're on his lap because he wants it, his hands are on you because he wants it, he's kissed your face twice because he wants it. jesus, it's been a hot minute since anyone's been this overt in their pursuit of you. the last few people you've been with sort of kept it clandestine, explicitly forbidding pda or telling anyone about your activities. but here nik's got you on his lap in the middle of a busy bar with his hands blatantly kneading at your hips and thighs. clearly, nikolai's got plans for you, and none of them are a secret.

"what?" you ask, brain still not fully processing that nik, your bar-friend and the worst pool player you've ever seen, is trying to get in your pants.

"could sit on my face instead, if you want." he offers, mild tone not matching how dirty his words are. big fingers gently move your chin, turning your face towards him. your face feels like it's burning, there's something about being subjected to this kind of attention in public that makes you feel a bit squirmy and unsure. the idea that it might be a prank is evaporated entirely when you see the look in nik's eye, a hunger that you've never seen before.

"i- i don't-" i don't understand, i don't know how to say yes to you right now, i don't know how to trust this after being burned so many times before, i don't know how to react other than stammering on your lap. your brain is moving faster than your mouth, and nik's brows furrow.

"do you want me to stop?" he asks quietly, face more serious than you've ever seen him.

"no." you say too quickly, and nik's smile is back, sharper than ever. "no, i- you just caught me a little off-guard, is all."

"come back to my place, drop the rest of your guard along with your clothes on my floor." he purrs, rubbing a thumb over your bottom lip. a shudder runs up your spine, and your thighs clench together involuntarily. nik notices it, of course he does, and he licks his lips before his hands suddenly retreat from your skin.

"what-?" you ask, confused.

he reaches behind his head and pulls his gold chain from around his neck, quickly looping and latching it around yours. a cheer rings out in the bar again, distracting you momentarily. apparently the penguins won the game, a shutout, and now while the other regular celebrate with fresh rounds of alcohol, the local news is starting in on a story about an austrian man who was killed when his house fell into a huge sinkhole. a gentle finger to your chin turns your face towards nik's again, and it feels like he's getting greedy for your attention.

"you look good wearing my chain." he kisses you gently, a fleeting peck of his lips against yours. "i've had dreams of fucking you while you wear it, and i am looking forward to making that into a reality. but first-" he grips your chin a little more securely, holding your head still as he gazes deep into your eyes. "tell me you want my cock, and i'll take you home and give it to you. i need you to say it out loud, before we do anything else. it's important."

your eyes dart around the bar, looking for prying eyes. everyone at kate's table is sufficiently distracted by whatever story the guy with the mohawk is telling, and everyone else is celebrating the hockey win. nobody cares about the big russian with the flustered fat girl on his lap. still, knowing you're not being eavesdropped on doesn't lessen the heat of embarrassment from your face as you try to make the words come out.

"i want your, uh," you swallow hard, and lower your voice in a fit of self consciousness. "your cock, nik. please."

"up." he commands with a pat to your ass, wasting no time. a single finger hooks under the gold chain around your neck and tugs, leading you towards the exit.

with the distraction of a growing heat in your core and the stars in your eyes, you don't see nik slip kate a wad of money as the two of you pass her on your way to the front door.

(unbeknownst to you, nik has one unread message on his phone that reads >>i want an extra fifty for that fucking giggle. that was oscar worthy.)

ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡

thinking about the casual intimacy of showing someone you love an unfinished work of art, the underlying message saying, i trust you with my unpolished heart

Captain Price and the grunt under his breath of “fuck off” while yanking the breaching tool out of the dudes neck.

cropped and lightened this clip a bit so you can see it better. (this is my own)

there is a tsunami between my legs

Concept: John Price has a lovely little wife at home, that he shares with his boys when the going gets tough…

John Price x Kyle Garrick x Mrs Price

Pure smut with very little plot. Danke @shotmrmiller as always for adding fuel to my toxic brain. MDNI ta.

It’s a truth universally acknowledged, that John Price lucked out in the marriage department. When his boys saw you for the first time, such a pretty thing waiting in the aircraft hanger for him, each and every one had the exact same thought. A hive mind Pavlovian response, throats growing thick and sweaty palms rubbing on the outside of their tac pants.

“Wish I had someone like that to come home to.” Kyle murmurs, while Simon nudges Johnny, who seems to have lost all trace of coherent thought, wide eyes gazing at the way you throw yourself into their Captains arms, whispering honeyed words into his ear.

John isn’t stupid. He’s fully aware that you’re a walking dreamscape, buttery and soft, a contrast to the bloody, dirty world he inhabits. His escape, his perfect girl, one he comes home to on leave, dropping his grime covered boots at the front door along with the remnants of the unsavoury decisions he has to make in the field.

Never complacent, John adores you entirely. You wait for him through long, cold nights while he’s stuck in some far flung and dangerous situation. You welcome the team into your shared home with reckless joy, ever the hostess, even going out of your way to invite Simon for Christmas dinner because you know innately he has nowhere else to go. You ruffle Johnny’s mohawk until he actually blushes and feed Kyle bites of dessert off your spoon, giggling happily, pleased to be of service. Playing your part in whatever war they’re fighting. Never once do you complain about it. Not one irritable word passes your lips.

And that’s how John knows you won’t mind going that extra mile for him, for your beloved boys. You’re the unofficial team mascot, so it’s only right that you pull your weight.

The first time it occurs to him, he’s leaving the helo with a shaken Kyle in tow. Finally back on friendly soil, the man has taken a beating or two this mission. Falling out of that chopper was the last straw on an already overloaded mind. Kyle’s been unusually quiet, contemplative. Clearly he’s caught up in his own head, having faced death countless times in his life, this scrap with it hit close to home. Still he performed admirably, John’s protégé, he couldn’t have asked anymore from him.

Taking in Kyle’s sullen form in the chow hall, eyes downturned and far away, shoulders hunched while he thinks about his own mortality, Kyle starts slightly as John pats him on the shoulder.

“Come home to mine this weekend. We got leave, the missus would love to see ya.”

John’s rewarded with a small spark of happiness in Kyle’s dark orbs, a little flare that tells him he’s making the right decision. The younger man nods, looking marginally cheered by the prospect of a good meal and John’s ever so pretty wife doting on him.

The first evening goes exactly as planned, you’re overjoyed to see them both, fluttering around Kyle and dragging him by the hand to look at the strawberries you’re growing in the garden. Price can see the grin curling Kyle’s face at your touch, the dark cloud of anxiety lifting from his shoulders with every step he takes behind you.

Later, nestled between your thighs, Mr Price asks you for a favour. Thick fingers curled upwards to his rough knuckles, he plants heavy kisses over the skin of your inner leg until you’re close. The burning embers of desire behind your eyelids, you hear his low rumbling voice and feel the vibration of it across your weeping pussy.

“You gonna be a good girl, give Kyle the full treatment this weekend? He needs to blow off steam, n you’re always happy to help eh?”

You let out a whimper as his touch scorches the plush fabric of your inner walls, keeping you just at the precipice where he knows you’ll be more pliant. It’s not lost on John that you get noticeably wetter at the mention of Kyle, something he plays into with every stroke, fingertips withdrawing to the seams of your cunt then plunging deeper still.

“Handsome lad is our Kyle, you’ll see him right won’t you. Need him back to square darlin. Team only works with him firing on all four cylinders. Wouldn’t ask it of you sweet thing, but I know you can get the job done.”

John talks to you like you’re his most fragile recruit, some new, shy creature that needs coaxing out of her shell. With a nod and yet another moan, you comply, always so eager to please. Happily John fastens his mouth over your clit, tongue swimming in you until his beard is wet with slick and you’re sobbing in earnest at the pleasure of it.

When dawn breaks, light and airy, you take your orders seriously. Scratching soothing patterns into Kyle’s scalp at breakfast every time you pass him, coming up behind his body while he washes dishes so that he can feel the voluminous swell of your form against his weathered, lean one. To begin with, he seems vaguely bemused, glancing at John surreptitiously beneath ebony coloured brows. The only reaction he finds in his Captain’s face however is a calm acknowledgement.

So Kyle allows himself to slip into the fantasy that you’re made for his eyes also. When you sit close to him in the garden he takes your fingers in his own, runs his mouth along the column of your throat until you whine and bat your lashes. At dinner he hooks his foot around your calf, pulling you closer to him beneath the beaten oak table.

By the time dusk is creeping across the landscape around the house, Kyle is watching you wolfishly, amber gaze levelled at your body like a hawk, observing each sinuous breath you take. Shooting your husband an irresistibly sultry look, you lean close to Kyle and kiss his cheek. Your smaller palm against his, he lets you tug him onto his feet and towards the stairs. Coquettish and playful, every squeeze of Kyle’s fingers in your own makes him weak at the knees.

He freezes at the first step, glancing back at John for that resounding approval. Kyle gets a nod in response.

“Go ahead soldier. Take ya rest. It’s earned.”

John pours himself a finger of scotch, snipping the end off his faithful cigar, then follows you both. Kyle barely glances up when he settles himself in the corner, the flare of his lighter illuminating the darkening room. His Sergeant has you sitting spread across his lap, two hands cupping your face while he gets entirely lost in the nips and sucks you’re placing on his neck.

Your sharp love bite makes Kyle grunt, swollen pupils beginning to eclipse the tigerish colour of his irises.

“Fucking ‘ell.” He breathes, taking you in while slowly you start to undo his shirt, letting your fingertips brush the honed torso beneath. Kyle sucks his lower lip between white teeth while you play with him, gently scratching along the ridges of muscle across his shoulders and digging one nail into the bud of his nipple.

Kyle watches you undress holding the edge of the bed-frame like it’s going to vanish beneath him, observing the way you’re revealed to his stare with a potent lust close to madness. He scoops your vacated panties off the floor from between your legs, wrapping them around one fist tightly until his fingers turn red. He needs grounding, a soft place to land after the tumult of The last few weeks. To know he is loved and there is life left to be lived.

John’s face is obscured by grey, curling fumes. But the evidence of his own arousal presents itself neatly in the form of a growing bulge aligned with his right thigh. This isn’t about him however, although the enjoyment of watching another man straining against his own boxers for you, is a welcome addition to the fray.

Quickly Kyle tries to take the lead, shucking off his jeans and drawing you back into him, between two thighs. You have your orders though, now isn’t the time for Kyle to perform. He does that well enough under fire. It’s a moment for his mind to be occupied so thoroughly, he forgets about falling out of helicopters, tracing the scum of humanity and poisonous warheads. With the dedication you place into all things, you unwind your underwear from his purpling arm, and wrap it around both of Kyle’s hands. Without the need for words he understands, offers up no complaints when you place your favourite sleeping mask over his handsome face.

Sinking to your knees, you roll down his boxers, letting his rigid cock hang between you both. Some of the air is sucked out of the room at that gesture. Kyle’s got length on John, the mouthwatering deep caramel of his skin fading into a thick, pulsing crown, the leaking of his spend already visable and beaded there.

Just the sight of it makes your toes curl, dampness gathering between your thighs at the thought of the cushion of his prick hitting every pleasurable angle you have to offer. Kyle lets out a low hiss when your warm lips encircle him, tongue seeking out the plump blood vessels that line his shaft. His hands clench against the hair on his thighs, so you link your own through them, guiding his surrender, easing him into peace.

The small gags and sucks you make are enough to tease John to depravity, undoing his flies to release the raging tension building beneath them. Easily you work Kyle into a fervour of grunts and moans, fingers still laced against his, tongue tracing his briny slit as he starts to jerk faster against the back of your throat.

But he needs the warmth of your cunt, that heady mixture of your arousal with his. So lightly he moves you off him, blinded by the silk over his brows, Kyle’s lips search for yours, finding them readily and tasting himself on your tongue. That forces a deep groan from his chest, strong arms scooping you up towards him, desperate to finish inside your tight core.

Kyle’s head hits the pillows, his hold full of you. It’s bliss, his head finally quiet, nothing stirring within the recesses there but coiling lust. The absence of his vision is comforting, he doesn’t need to be anything tonight, there’s no one to perform for or guard against. It’s just you and him, your blazing slick now sliding against his shaft, spreading the tantalising wetness between you. You’re utterly drenched, desperate for him, and the sound of it makes John and Kyle both huff.

You ride him gently at first, eyes blurring as your body struggles to accommodate his cock, bullying yourself with it until stars start to pop under each watering lid. Kyle runs his hand over every plane of your stature, lost inside you, breaching the tight grip of your pussy.

“Come on love. Can take ‘im deeper than that. Show my boy what you’re made of.” John growls, making you shudder, dominance dripping from every word like syrup. Curling yourself against Kyle’s chest, you relax into him, his fingers spreading you wider than you’ve ever been in your life. He bottoms out with a low noise in the back of his throat, while you cry out into the night, drawing him to that seamless void of ecstasy.

Each thrust you give him is languid, luxurious, the slap of skin melding into a soundtrack. Fleetingly you throw John a look, one he returns with ardent pride that makes your heart swell.

The demons of death are firmly behind him, Kyle can feel every inch of you, the caress of your body in time with his own, nipples grazing the light hairs on his pecs. Gentle hips rock over him, drawing out each morsel of mortal uncertainty until he can feel the blooming knot of a climax inching over his thighs.

“M’gonna cum.” He whispers into your ear, gripping the flesh of you hard enough to bruise. Then he spills, the throb and saturating warmth spreading inside you is enough to tip your heart into the haze along with him. Arching, taking him to the root, together you ride it out, while John’s knuckles turn white against the leather of the chair beneath him.

A lazy night unfurls around you all. Kyle seeking more of that abject blankness only a good fuck can provide a man with on some occasions. He screws you dumb, leaves fingerprints over your stomach while he licks you clean, makes your body a vessel for his own therapy.

You don’t mind, letting Kyle drift off to sleep on your chest, while John plants a kiss on your forehead and takes the spare room.

“Wotcha. How was the weekend at Caps ‘ouse?” Simon asks, while Kyle loads gear out of his car back on base.

“Good.” Kyle replies airily. “His wife is just such a sweet’art.”

@pxssygxblin @sigrid666 @cutiecusp @murder-hobo @lanalafey

John did once drunkenly call Nik his "right hand man" and Kate did, without skipping a beat drunkenly respond with "For what, jerking off?"

It's a good thing the bartender was nice about letting him wipe the whisky he'd just coughed up off of the table.

I won't apologize for being a material girl