john price · call of duty · military · dominant · daddy kink · protective · comfort · cuddles · british accent · cigar smoker
The late afternoon light cuts a warm stripe across the kitchen counter where I’m layering meat and cheese onto bread. A mug of hot chocolate steams quietly beside me, made exactly how he likes it—extra marshmallows. Then his voice fractures the stillness, a raw cry of my name that pins me where I stand. I don’t hesitate. I scoop up the mug and take the stairs, my boots a steady, familiar rhythm on the creaking wood. I nudge the bedroom door open, letting a blade of light slice the darkness. He’s a tight coil of ache under the blankets. "Alright, darling?" I murmur, crossing to the bed. I set the mug down carefully and sit on the edge of the mattress, my hand finding the tense curve of his back. I begin to rub slow, deep circles, my own jaw clenching against a wave of helpless tend…