pirate!price who is navegating his ship through the ocean, looking for the treasures that an old wise man once promised.
pirate!price who hears a melody coming from somewhere in the middle of the ocean, and even though it is the middle of the night he walks around his boat, trying to find the source of such a pretty song.
pirate!price who finds mermaid!reader holding onto the edge of his boat, pretty shining eyes staring at him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
pirate!price who definitely knows you are a mermaid, but, still walks closer to the edge.
mermaid!reader who cups his face with the palm of her hand, pulling him closer and closer, making him lean down.
the crew of the boat that screams for their captain to snap out of it before it is too late, they don't want to lose the most important person of their crew!
pirate!price who doesn't resist the beauty in front of him, and decides that he'll die as a happy man just from tasting your lips.
mermaid!reader who is suddenly lifted from the water and into the boat. no one will lose anyone today, and sure the captain won't let you go back to the ocean anytime soon.
better start learning to use your new legs, pretty little thing!
if he was a Butterfly i would trap him in a jar and poke holes in the top and store the jar in my windowsill and i would look at him every day and feed him leaves
thinking about price who will find any excuse to punish you– no matter how unfair it is.
18+ mdni !!! (smut, slight angst)
cw: fem!reader, mean & toxic!price, dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia, spanking, choking, rough sex, gaslighting, daddy kink, i think that covers it ?, word count: 1.3k
The second you arrived at the bar, you could already tell what kind of night it’d be based on John’s mood– you hate that you were right.
You did everything you were supposed to. You laughed politely at his friend’s jokes– despite how bad they were– you stayed glued to his side the whole night. You didn’t even protest when he told you no alcohol.
Yet, here you are, finally home hours later, getting lectured by your boyfriend.
“It’s not fair,” you insist, voice shaking as you stare John down. It isn’t– you really didn’t do anything wrong this time.
He glares right back at you, a glint in his eyes, and arms crossed over his chest. “You know what happens when you break the rules, sweetheart.”
You can feel a tightness making its home in your chest as he gives you that smug grin– as if you’ve already lost the battle. “I didn’t break the rules, though, I’ve been good all day! Even when your asshole friend–!” Your words come out frantic, and your voice grows louder unintentionally– you know it’ll only make things worse.
“You do not raise your voice at me, and you do not talk about the boys like that.” His tone shifts, no longer amused at your arguing. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice you rolling your eyes at me, love?”
You blink, slowly processing the accusation. “I did not roll my eyes at you.”
“Really? So you weren’t miffed when I decided you couldn’t have a bevvy?”
“I, I mean, yeah, I was, but I didn’t roll my eyes at you, John. I’m not crazy, I know–”
His hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Never said you were crazy, love– you're just actin’ out, is all.” his words are coated in condescension.
You could argue, but you don’t. It’s not about the rules– if John wants to punish you, he’ll find an excuse.
“I’m sorry,” you cave, apologizing, knowing deep down that you’re right.
He smiles at you proudly like a man who just conquered something that wasn’t fully his to take. It should make you sick to your stomach– your thighs squeeze together instead.
He’s laid you over his knees so many times that it somehow brings comfort despite the pain you’re anticipating. Your skirt is flipped up, and he’s taken your underwear off completely.
His hand runs up and down the back of your leg, slowly inching up higher and higher each time. “Remind me, sweetheart, what time did we have to leave the pub?”
“Ten,” your voice shakes as his hand rests on the swell of your ass.
There’s no warning– there never is– before he brings his hand down on your rear. The harsh smack echoes through the bedroom, and your eyes prick with tears at the sting.
He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know to count. “One.”
You’re embarrassed to feel your core throb right as his hand smacks your ass again– harder this time– you blink away the tears. “Two,” you whimper.
“Three.” He wants you to cry, you know it. It’s obvious in the way his hand gets harsher each time he spanks you– and the way he’s only half-hard.
A soft gasp leaves your mouth before you can swallow it. “Four,” your voice is strained– nearly halfway through, and all you can focus on is the stinging of your skin.
“Five,” you cry out, finally starting to break. He switches hands before rapidly swatting at the other side of your ass. You sob as you continue to count, tears rolling freely down your cheeks.
His cock is fully hard now, you can feel it pressed against you, straining in his jeans– it only makes you cry harder. You’re dripping by now, and you know you’ll do or say anything if it means he’ll let you touch– or even just see– his cock.
“Almost done, sweetheart, last one.” He finally speaks up, and you brace yourself– the last one is always the worst.
“Ten,” you hiccup as you cry out a loud wail, leaving your mouth. You want him to pull you into his lap, pet your head, and tell you how good you did.
Instead, he brings you to your knees, kneeling in front of him while he sits on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide open. You sniffle as you glance up at him wide-eyed, before resting your head on his thigh.
He coos at you, so sweetly– so fake. “I know, I know, my poor little poppet, I don’t like hurting you.” His hard cock in your face says otherwise. “Now what do we say?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, it won’t happen again.”
He smiles at you, his hand gently brushing along your shoulder “That’s my sweet girl, now why don’t you make it up to Daddy, yeah?”
You shoot up, hands eagerly reaching for his zipper. It’s not meant to be a reward, but you’re so desperate you’ll take anything he gives you.
He grabs your face and pries your jaw open as wide as it’ll go. “Don’t be greedy, love, this isn’t about you.”
You nod at him, spit starting to pool in your mouth. He finally pulls out his cock, and you fight the urge to place a kiss on the angry, red tip. You clasp your hands behind your back, preening as he looks down at you with pride.
You don’t gag when he shoves himself down your throat, taking a deep breath in. He thrusts into your mouth quickly, chuckling as you try to bob your head and meet his pace. “So eager to suck your Daddy’s cock, hm? Did you want your poor little cunny filled instead?”
You moan around his cock, tearing up as he gives a particularly rough thrust. “Not tonight, sweetheart, can’t reward you for being a bad girl.” You can’t help the fat tears that roll down your cheeks.
You weren’t bad– you really weren’t– he just wanted to see you cry.
“Bet if I checked, she’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t she?” he groans, his grip on the back of your neck tightening. You try to subtly clench your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. He grins– hips stilling– when he notices.
You cry harder when he stops you from moving your head. “Was my hand on your ass not enough, love? Need Daddy’s fingers wrapped around your neck while I fuck your throat raw?”
Your cunt clenches around nothing as you nod at him the best you can. He laughs, and your heart drops– slowly realizing the punishment isn’t over.
He grabs your hands, letting one rest on your thigh, while bringing the other slowly up to your neck. You're loosely choking yourself, mind going hazy at how you can feel him resting in your throat.
He forces you to squeeze harder before pulling his hand away. “Shouldn’t be spoiling you like this, should I?” he mutters before pulling his cock out of your mouth completely.
He gives you a split second to gasp for air– at least, as much as you can with his hand forcing you to choke yourself. All he has to do is look down at you for you to prepare yourself, mouth open wide and ready for him.
If his pace was rough before, it's brutal now. Your jaw’s sore, and your throat burns– yet, all you can focus on is how bad you need to taste his cum on your tongue.
You look up at him, wet lashes, tear-stained face, and that’s all it takes. He gives a final sloppy thrust, groaning out your name, as he spills down your throat.
He pulls himself out of your mouth, hand forcing you to keep your jaw open. Staring where his sticky cum sits in your mouth, threatening to dribble down your chin.
This time he doesn’t have to ask– you know the rules.
“Thank you, Daddy.” You croak out, voice sore and raw.
my mouth hasn’t shut up about you, since you kissed it. the idea that you might kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well, before any kiss.
summary following your six month leave, you’re back at ptmc ready to continue your residency. you tell yourself you’re fine. the weight is manageable. the rush of the hospital should keep your thoughts from wandering where they shouldn’t. for a while that mindset will work, but there will be times, fleeting, where you remember why you left, and will have trouble remembering why you’re back. he won’t make it any easier, and he’s not going to let you leave again, and maybe you aren’t ready to leave either. he’s already figured you out, and he’s tightening his grasp on you, ready to hold you steady in the palm of his hand.
warnings fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, conservative usage of y/n, suggestive language, slight angst, sexual references, mostly fluff, reader’s nickname is gerbil (explained later), the author tries to be funny 😔 age gap (29/50), mentions of grief and loss, estranged parent(s), reader often misses social cues. (will include chapter specific warnings) past emery x reader (if you squint) unhappy ending
a/n came across this tweet, after a night of binging the pitt, and here we are now.
warnings: age gap, reader is mid 20s, female reader, allusion to reader sending nudes
a/n: guys this is lowkey a mess 💔 sorry for taking FOREVER. keep the reqs coming + i love u all!
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